The water was nowhere more than a few feet deep, and the boggies had little difficulty making their way across. "This is indeed a queer river," said Bromosel, as the water lapped at his thighs.
Dagnabit! Where is my copy????
Grundig blaupunkt luger frug
Watusi snarf wazoo
Nixon Dirsken nasahist
Rebozo boogaloo!
I don’t have a copy of the book handy, but my favorite line was when a character died, and the boggies danced a “Jig of mourning”.