We Are The Ovaltineys
by The Ovaltineys (ca 1935)
Charming, isn’t it? It’s the sort of song one could happily listen to all day and night.
In fact I’ve recently started using the Ovaltineys’ song as background to my daily boxing and aerobic workout. Like many an amateur pugilist I had previously been working out to the tune of Soomaaliyeey toosoo
(“Wake Up, Somalia!”), which is the old national anthem of Somalia. Unfortunately the Somalian government abolished the old anthem, replacing it with an astonishingly boring new one called Qolobaa Calankeed
(“Our Nation’s Flag”). There’s no way in the world that I’m going to box and pump to a dull-as-ditchwater dirge like that! The new anthem’s sole merit, as far as I can see, is that it’s insipid enough not to arouse the wrath of the more volatile strains of Mussulmen that infest that poor country.
So, it’s farewell to the musical compositions of Mogadishu as far as this lady is concerned: from now on I’ll be working out to the Ovaltineys.
Edith Clampton (Mrs)