King Bling Bong’s Dingaling Singsong

His voice echos around the room, Roaring at any who come close. "Head my warning I may be your king, but I am not forgiving. If you step into this ring and challenge me, you will die"The room got quieter, then, a familiar group starts to laugh, it was the fox clan, they step into

the ring, loudly they sing, of their king in bling, to depose the impostor standing, who dare stand where the Ox King and the Fox King once stood. Evil and good, darken the mood, many a good fighter step up from the hood. They have come to take back their foe King Bull’s seat.

Such a strong meaning and power over a really simple song. Somehow the campfire around the singing men made the message behind it even stronger. I felt chills going over my whole body. I haven't experienced anything like this before.

The lyrics are haunting. They keeping taking a bottle down and passing it around, only the repeat with the next bottle. Will there be a change? Will they tire of beer? Or will they sing it 98 more times? If so, then what?

“98 green bottles hanging on the wall, and if one green bottle should accidentally fall,” they knocked down a bottle, “there’ll be… 97 green bottles hanging on the wall! 97 green bottles…” They merrily sang along in their drunken stupor with one stopping to throw up on the floor.

They continued singing as if nothing happened. Their voices could be heard throughout the village as smoke wafted ever higher from the pub’s chimney. By the time they got to the last green bottle, only two remained awake, and from that night on they remained the best of friends.