I am gone!
Gone am I.
You have caught me on the fly.
But do not worry, do not cry--
I will return, that is no lie.
Do not worry, do not fear
Do not shed a single tear,
For soon, so soon, shall I be here.
With the speed of the speediest Jiggerack,
On the telephone, I'll call you back,
With a smile, a grin, all clickity-clack.
About a greenish reddish sock.
On the telephone p'rhaps we'll talk,
That is, of course, if you don't balk.
So speak you now, after the tone,
Into the mouthpiece of your phone,
I'll call you back when I get home,
I'll call you back when I get home.