Ka-Foozle-Um

In ancient days there liv'd a Turk, 
A horrid man far in the East,
Who did the Prophet's holy work, 
As Babah of Jerusalem!
He had a daughter sweet and smirk, 
Complexion fair and dark blue hair,
With nought about her like a Turk, 
Except the name Ka-foozle-um.

Oh, Ka-foozle-um! Ka-foozle-um! Ka-foozle-um!
Oh, Ka-foozle-um! The daughter of the Babah.
Oh, Ka-foozle-um! Ka-foozle-um! Ka-foozle-um!
Oh, Ka-foozle-um! The daughter of the Babah.

A youth resided near to she, 
His name was Sam; a perfect lamb.
He was of ancient pedigree, 
And came from old Methusalem.
He drove a trade and prosper'd well, 
In skins of cats, and ancient hats;
And ringing at the Babah's bell, 
He saw and loved Ka-foozle-um!

If Sam had been a Mussulman, 
He might have sold the Babah old,
And with a verse of Alcoran 
Have managed to bamboozle him;
But oh dear no: he tried to scheme--
Pass'd one night late, the area gate,
And stole up to the Turk's hareem, 
To carry off Ka-foozle-um.

The Baba was about a smoke; 
His slaves rushed in with horrid din_
"Mashallah! dogs your house have broke; 
Come down, my lord, and toozle 'em!"
The Baba wreathed his face in smiles, 
Came down the stair and witnessed there
The gentleman in three old tiles, 
A kissing of Ka-foozle-um!

The pious Babah said no more 
Than twenty prayers, but went up stairs.
And took a bow string from a drawer 
And came back to Ka-foozle-um.
The maiden and the youth he took, 
And choked em both, and little, loth
Together pitched 'em in the brook of Kedron, 
Near Jerusalem.
 
And still, the ancient legend goes, 
When day is gone from Lebanon,
And when the Eastern moonlight throws 
A shadow on Jerusalem,
Between the wailing of the cats 
A sound there falls from ruined walls_
A ghost is seen with three old hats, 
A kissing of Ka-foozle-um.