Ode to Mrs Ogg

by Perilous

I was always surprised that Casanunda didn't serenade Gytha Ogg in either Lords and Ladies or Witches Abroad. So I wrote one for him to sing. It's loosly on the tune of Oh Christmas Tree if you feel inclined to sing it.

Oh, Mrs. Ogg, oh, Mrs. Ogg,

Allow me e'er thy steps to dog.

Oh, Mrs. Ogg, oh, Mrs. Ogg,

Thy beauty has left me agog.

Thy face like shriveled apple red,

Thy body broader than thy bed.

Oh, Mrs. Ogg, oh, Mrs. Ogg,

Casanunda loves thee ever.

Oh, Mrs. Ogg, oh, Mrs. Ogg,

I wants your body, Mrs. Ogg.

Oh, Mrs. Ogg, oh, Mrs. Ogg,

I've got a great big tonker.

We met in Genua, at a ball

At thy feet, I wish to fall.

Oh, Mrs. Ogg, oh, Mrs. Ogg,

Come out with me to dinner.

Oh, Mrs. Ogg, oh, Mrs. Ogg,

We met the Long Man together.

Oh, Mrs. Ogg, oh, Mrs. Ogg,

We survived the Lancre invasion.

Thy only tooth is scumble-stained

An insight into Ogg-hood gained

Oh, Mrs. Ogg, oh, Mrs. Ogg,

Thy witchy-Oggness is sexy.

Oh, Mrs. Ogg, oh, Mrs. Ogg,

I wants your body, Mrs. Ogg.

Oh, Mrs. Ogg, oh, Mrs. Ogg,

I've got a great big tonker.