One evening Mogey and Smush's folk band, The Whistling Fellows, was performing down at a local tavern. The group consisted of Mogey, on lead vocals and tambourine, and Smush, also on lead vocals and tambourine.
"Alrighty, ladies and gentlemen, we're going to get started here," Mogey said as the din of the pub quieted. "We're going to play you some traditional songs of our ancestors that we composed ourselves."
Immediately The Whistling Fellows began to shake their tambourines and sing.
"Old Man Mogey had a farm
EE-I-EE-I-O
and on that farm he --"
"Say, that's not a traditional song of your ancestors you composed yourself!" cried an onlooker. "That's just Old MacDonald!"
"Ridiculous!" Smush retorted. "Patently false! Mogey, let's try a different one."
"Smush and Mogey went to town
riding on a pony --"
"That's Yankee Doodle!" another member of the audience called out as the crowd began to rumble unhappily.
"I'll be honest, folks," Mogey said loudly. "We know those first two weren't complete originals; we were just trying to ease you all into our music. But I can see this is a more sophisticated audience than we're used to. Smush, let's show them what The Whistling Fellows really sound like."
"Twinkle twinkle little Smush..."
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