I DID miss you post Cats. Yours was neither the lovelier NOR the fluffier of thoughts!! Posted your Granny lyrics above, btw.
New Wassail!! All join in!!
Zing! Zing! The wassails are zinging! woooOoOooOoo I'm adding the wooOooOooo to my winter solistice celebratory singing.
CWBO Wren does not like city pigeons. They do not belong in this country. And she hates those furry tailed tree rats that play games in her Epis and steal the name tags.
I just KNEW CWBO Wren was of a like frame of mind ^_^ (says mittenclad dahlianut who is still providing warm baths although she has to wade through feets of snow to get to the baths now)
Grownut, I'll have you know Tom Lehrer was a Harvard Professor of Mathematics. I grew up with his songs. But for some reason as a young child the pigeon song appealed to me. Go figure.
I like your lyrics to the Granny song. Maybe someday someone should have contest to come up with more.
It should be obvious by now that I can't sing or compose.....so I cede the musical battleground to those who can:0)
Don't stop now Catscan. There are no rules with waissailing. YOU GO GIRL!!!
Chick-eeeen!Bokbokbokoook!!
You tell her Dahls!! She obviously has a lot to give, murderous though it may be.....
Cousin did you check out my new waissail further up before the zinging started? Just sorta wondered cuz I think it was one of my better ones. Yes I'm needy in the time of the cold and the dark.
Poor CBWO Wren can not carry a tone in bucket-thought how any one could care a tone in a bucket is past me. DM was a high soprano (?) and sing opera, DD sang base. well I was singing out in the well. LOL
You don't have to be in tune to be tuneful Wren ^_^ It's a myth fostered by people who think they can sing ^_^ We waissailers, on the other hand, know that it's all about the substance not the tone or pitch ^_^ Give it a whirl dear Wren ^_^
I also can't rhyme . Poetry fly's right over my head .
Rhyming? o I didn't know that was required. Free form is good. Yes waissail baby. It's in you. I just know it. I will sing along. Start with your favorite carol and just change a few words. mi mi mi mi...I'm gearing up to join in. You do know we all sing together right?.... mi mi mi mi mi...
Sorry can not remember the words. The mind get lost somewhere and I can't find it. If any one sees a mind wandering around please send it home.
You're asking ME?
Maybe our minds are off partying somewhere, I just wish they had taken us with them.
I'm in. PART-Y. Where are our minds taking us Wren? I luv Jacksonville. Let's be bad ^_^
I don't know!!!!! Help run away mind. Be on the look out.
I think it might be better if we chased them up your way. They are too young or maybe it is too old to be out partying around this bad town.
DID I HEAR AN APB ON BRAINS?
Yep!!! mine ran away and did not take me where. At least it could of taken me with it. Darn I never get out at night.
HA! Jacksonville is a sweet town but I will concede to your mind on a run away. I will just chase my mind up and down the beach for awhile. Please don't deny me the FL thing. It's a tad brrrrsome up here at the moment says mittenclad dahlianut. When you and the devildog go running tomorrow it's ok if you pretend not to notice me and my mind doing our little happy FL thing.
I loose mine every now and again...it always comes crawling back to me though.
Nice songs Ladies. I think they could go platnum.
Oh you mean the beaches that ok. The demon child , my mind and I will join you there. We need to just stay way from the so called night seen. It is 54 here right now. Last night it get down into the lower 30's and it will be nearly 80 tomorrow. Weird Florida weather.
I think it is past my bed time. good night y'all
Dahlianut - you have outdone yourself with the Chicken poop roasting on an open fire song, I think it's my favorite one.
Love the songs! I'm not very good at making songs but I guess it wouldn't hurt to try:/
Dashing through the snow
In my nice warm boots
Over the lawn I go
Laughing all the way
Bells on the coop door ring
Making chickens upset
What fun it is to cluck and bawk
A chicken song tonight
Oh, chicken bells, chicken bells
chicken bells all the way
Oh, what fun it is to collect all the eggs
Ohhhhh!
chicken bells, chicken bells
chicken bells all the way
Oh, what fun it is to collect all
my beautiful eggs!
Sorry its not very good but I tried
It's great! Well done! We love it when we have more chicken singers!! Yaaaay!
{{{The subversion starts!!}}} Early on, steady as she goes!!
We may need to publish Dahls' singin'....with the mimimiiii!
Great Job Dominique!! I knew you could do it!!
( i do not like the poisoning pigeons poem )
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{{we were all waiting for your murderous shrieks, Har! Knew you would pass it over as poetry -and I don't get the reference?!}}
Cats -what was it a spoof of??
It's beginning to look a lot like Hatchmas
Everywhere you gooo...
Take a look at the P&L
Incubating and crazy as...well
With eggs in every color known aglooow.
It's beginning to look a lot like Hatchmas
Soon the bells will staaart
And the thing that will make them ring
Is the Uninhibiting...
Of the fluffer in your heaaaart....
A pair of Hop-alongs cute
And some piddley poops
Are the wish of Dahlia and Wren...
You were all waiting on my Murderous "Shreiks" Hmmmmmmm pass it over as poetry Hmmmmmmmmmmmm
A pair of blue rocks
to add to her flock
is the hope of Grownut our friend...
And Mox and Cats can hardly wait
for the hatching to start again...
(Wah-haha, ha-hah, ha-hah)
La deedle dydle dum
(I transposed the 2nd and 4th verses so gimme some time here on this next part)
Blast off!
We're not off yet?! Wha...?
10....9....8....
Oh did we already leave? silly me.
Still working on all important school paper! hehehe
Still on first page. ughhhh!
I knowIknow!!! Granny was doin' the squirrels and Cats hit her over the head with the shovel!!! That satisfies all parties right?!
ha ha ha I love the songs:]
Advisrian I really like the song you made
it was funny since in our nesting boxes
are all squished down and there is not
even one peice of hay sticking up.
Dominique
You'd better watch out
You'd better not cry
You'd better not pout
I'm telling you why
Bocky Claws is coming to town
She's laying her eggs
She's scratching at corn;
She's curled in her coop all cozy and warm.
Bocky Claws is coming to town
She sees you when you're sleeping
She knows when you're awake
She knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for goodness sake!
Now clean out your coops
And fill 'em up good
With shavings and straw
And all the things that you should
Cuz Bocky Claws is coming to to-own
The kids in girl and boy land
Will have a jubilee
They're gonna dance the Chicken Dance
All around the Christmas tree