A poem for kids of all ages!

Dinglebart

When all is solemn and restful,
When peace is in every heart,
There is no magical word you can say,
More lovely than "Dinglebart."

The sound is particularly effective
In church when you're made to be quiet.
Just conversationally muttering "Dinglebart"
Is sure to start a riot.

Though the preacher may do nothing
But look at you askance,
A dinglebart has touched his soul.
Smile and give it a chance.

Next, when your parents are sleeping,
Consider tip toeing near
And subliminally whispering "dinglebart"
Directly in their ear.

Don't be surprised if they mumble and shift
Or suddenly wrinkle their noses,
For they have just been dinglebarted,
From their heads to the tips of their toeses.

There's plenty of times inside of a day
To say this remarkable word.
Just look for a grownup occasion
When sounds aren't supposed to be heard.

Sound and silence, Silence and sound,
Dance with these syllables three,
Spark a mysterious compound
Two parts wonder one part glee.

And in the end when we twiddle our thumbs,
For all has been done and said,
You will be able to hold your head high,
And cry "Dinglebart!" instead.