As a little person I couldn’t get enough Um Bongo, I would quaff the stuff like it was never going to go out of fashion. But it did. The jingle haunted my dreams.
Way down deep in the middle of the Congo, A hippo took an apricot, a guava and a mango. He stuck it with the others, and he danced a dainty tango. The rhino said, “I know, we’ll call it Um Bongo” Um Bongo, Um Bongo, They drink it in the Congo. The python picked the passion fruit, the marmoset the mandarin. The parrot painted packets, that the whole caboodle landed in. So when it comes to sun and fun and goodness in the jungle, They all prefer the sunny funny one they call Um Bongo!
Well… it’s back. Web visuals designed whilst working for the outstanding moresoda, Bath.
I never did get to go to the Congo.