Thrilled all the forest with their heavenly cry: |Sung to the tune of “Hark, ten thousand harps and voices”|
“Mumbo-Jumbo will die in the jungle;
Never again will he hoo-doo you,
Never again will he hoo-doo you.”
Then along that river, a thousand miles |With growing deliberation and joy|
The vine-snared trees tell down in files.
Pioneer angels cleared the way
For a Congo paradise, for babes at play,
For sacred capitals, for temples clean.
Gone were the skull-faced witch-men lean.