Langywangy Mountain from Langywangy Mountain by Edwin Everhart

The kings of Babel never let you travel, they did not like outsiders.
To cement their power they demanded a tower: as the whip cracked it grew higher.
Then God came along and said "You're doing it wrong! That won't keep you from trouble.
Better listen and play, let the tower decay to a big ol' mound of rubble."

[chorus]
Oh, so many different ways to say a single phrase
You can never finish countin' -
And every dialect gets treated with respect
On Langywangy Mountain.

On Langywangy Mountain, nobody understands!
But we keep on trying anyway, we all do the best we can.
On Langywangy Mountain, you get the benefit of the doubt;
If it don't make sense, spare no expense,
If you need it they will getcha an explanatory picture,
On Langywangy Mountain.

On Langywangy Mountain, they pronounce your name just right!
And we are all interpreters, taking turns through day and night.
On Langywangy Mountain, they give each other plenty of time.
They sing a macaronic song in boustrophedon,
And everybody knows how each other's chorus goes,
On Langywangy Mountain.

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