Bocky Claws is kinda a scary name--but the sentiment is nice.
If no one else posts, I have more songs by Tom Lehrer.
Consider it a threat, not a promise:0)
New Wassail!! All join in!!
Bring 'em on...
Okay--you asked for it. And I included the introductory comments this time. It is appropriate--Christmas, chickens, everything!
A Christmas Carol Lyrics
Artist:Tom Lehrer
One very familiar type of song is the Christmas carol. Although it is perhaps a bit out of season at this time. However, I'm informed by my "disk jockey" friends - of whom I have none, that in order to get a song popular by Christmas time, you have to start plugging it well in advance. So here goes. It has always seemed to me after all. That Christmas, with its spirit of giving, offers us all a wonderful opportunity each year to reflect on what we all most sincerely and deeply believe in.
I refer of course, to money. And yet none of the Christmas carols that you hear on the radio or in the street, even attempt to capture the true spirit of Christmas as we celebrate it in the United States. That is to say the commercial spirit. So I should like to offer the following Christmas carol for next year, as being perhaps a bit more appropriate.
Christmas time is here, by golly,
Disapproval would be folly,
Deck the halls with hunks of holly,
Fill the cup and don't say "when."
Kill the turkeys, ducks and chickens,
Mix the punch, drag out the Dickens,
Even though the prospect sickens,
Brother, here we go again.
On Christmas Day you can't get sore,
Your fellow man you must adore,
There's time to rob him all the more
The other three hundred and sixty-four.
Relations, sparing no expense'll
Send some useless old utensil,
Or a matching pen and pencil.
"Just the thing I need! How nice!"
It doesn't matter how sincere it
Is, nor how heartfelt the spirit,
Sentiment will not endear it,
What's important is the price.
Hark the Herald Tribune sings,
Advertising wondrous things.
God rest ye merry, merchants,
May you make the Yuletide pay.
Angels we have heard on high
Tell us to go out and buy!
So let the raucous sleigh bells jingle,
Hail our dear old friend Kris Kringle,
Driving his reindeer across the sky.
Don't stand underneath when they fly by.
Actually I did rather well myself, this last Christmas. The nicest present I received was a gift certificate "good at any hospital for a lobotomy". Rather thoughtful.
Well, that's the spirit that brings down gas prices...ummm...what other positive things can I say....there comes a time when talking about reality is too defeatist?....
It was written and performed in the early 60's. The more things change.....
Now someone else compose and bring poor grow out of her funk. Dahlianut--have you no familial pity?
Grow's really rather funked, 'tis true...
Surely with all these inspirational tunes...hmm.
"Deck the Halls with Boughs of Millet.
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Bring the Scratch and Please Don't Spill It!
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la.
Feeling better?
Alright I'm just postin' fun stuff now. I can't stop singing because I'm out chickened!!!
Melikalikimaka is the thiiing to saay
On a briight Hawaiian Christmas Daay
That's the island greeting that we seend to yoou
From the land where palm trees swaaay...
Here we know that Christmas will be green and briiiight
The sun to shine by day and all the staars at niiiight
Melikalikimaka is Hawaaii's waay
To say "Merry Christmas"
"A Very Merry Christmas"
To say "Merry Christmas" to yooou....
(with apologies to fans of "Love Actually" which is, actually, my favorite Christmas movie).
I feel it all around me,
I feel it in my toes....
Chickens are all around us,
And so the feeling grows...
It's written in the wind
It's everywhere I go
So if you really love Chickens
C'mon and let it show
You know I love Chickens
I always will
My mind's made up
The way that I feel
There's an incubator
waiting for me
it's underneath
my Christmas tree...
You gave your chickens to me
And they gave me their eggs
I need an incubator
Come on and watch me beg
You know I love Chickens
I always will
My mind's made up
The way that I feel
There's an incubator
waiting for me
it's underneath
my Christmas tree...
It's written on the wind
It's everywhere I go
So if you really love Chickens
C'mon and let it show
C'mon and let it show
Bless you, Claire! How I have missed you!
Well you were under your rock!
Din' slow me down much,lol!
I guess not! We can still sing when we're under our rocks!
Rock acoustics are the best!
Melikalikimaka sounds like me when I've had a refreshing beverage. mi mi mi ♪♪Melikalikimaka♪♪♪ I LIKE it ALOT. Melikalikimaka dum de dum ♪♪ mi mi mi mi (I always have to have a little kick start to get warmed up)
O Chicken cooooooooop
O Chicken cooooooooooop
The chicken fluff is wafting
O Chicken cooooooooop
O Chicken cooooooooooop
The chicken fluff is wafting
Not only toasty for hatching time
But also when 'tis wintertime
O Chicken cooooooop
O Chicken cooooooooop
The chicken fluff is wafting
O Three Wise Bears
O Three Wise Bears
Much pleasure thou cans't give me
O Melikalikimaka
O Melikalikimaka
What pleasure though cans't give me
How often has a bear in prance
Assisted me in my hatching dance.
O Three Wise Bears
O Three Wise Bears
Much pleasure thou cans't give me
I like this one cuz you get sing things like 'tis and cans't.
;
This one sounds good but I don't know the tune...
O Christmas Tree...
Oh for goodness sake, how did I miss that....? Too much studying...
O Legalese, O Legalese
In all your permutations...
O Legalese, o legalese...
Sound reason's abrogation...
EXCELLENT! Oh how that made me laugh! Let me continue...
You use twelve words, when three would do,
It hurts my head just to sing of you
O Legalese, o legalese,
You are a true frustration.
A Deep and Ponderous Waissail. (OT) but is ok to make it rain in your hall? Nevermind. I think not. O bother another experiment gone awry. I'll be back once I fix it.
Had to get her back into the spirit of things, Dahl'in'
Dahlianut....oh dear....plumbing problems?
ok all fixed. Um no I made it rain Claire. I was trying to increase the humidity in the house by cranking up the shower to full cascade mode. A little too much methinks because there was moisture running down the hall walls. It's was very luvly and misty though ^_^
Oh my! I'm sure your plants were happy.
Well, it sounded like a good idea and then I forgot my inspirational beginning and a LOT of grammar!! An a bit of other stuff as well. Have at, Claire-y-poo!! I am NOT doing this again!! Gah!!
Entre les chèvres et l'lama brun,
Dort, dort, les poulets grosses, chacun
Mille plumes divins,
Mille bijoux distincts,
Donnent à l'entour du poulailler chaque jour.
Entre les bras de notre Claire
Dort l'angora d'un cause sévère
Mille anges divins,
You finish the rest...
Oh my, ............I am speechless!
I am also impressed with all the bilingual ability here.
I speak a mean slang, does that count?
Hold off a little -I remembered all the rules I fergot doing that one...
OK, I'm being dumb again and I don't know the tune....
(by the way, great French! I'm very impressed!)
{{the nocher thing}}
It's an old French Carol
Entre le boeuf et 'âne gris
Here betwixt ass and oxen mild
Sleeps, sleeps, sleeps the little child
Angels from above
something something love...
Where have all my brown eggs gone,
Loooong time passing,
Where have all my brown eggs gone,
Long time ago....
(sorry, I'm being moody about only getting 1 egg today)
Where have all the brown eggs gone,
Jack Frost has picked them, everyone.
Oh when will my darlin's lay
Oh when will they ever lay
Now I wish you knew that other happy song
The one with the angora in your lap...
That was a happier bit o' romance.
I saw Mommy kissing Saaanta Claaus
Underneath the mistletoe last niiight
She didn't see me creeep
Down the stairs to have a peeep
She thought that I was upstairs in my bedroom fast asleeep.
Oooh I saw Mommy tickle Saaanta Claaus
Underneath his beard so snowy whiiite
Oh what a laugh it would have beeen
If Daddy had only seen
Mommy kissin' Santa Claus
Last Niiight....
(I pasted your start to keep it going)
Entre les chèvres et l'lama brun,
Dort, dort, les poulets grosses, chacun
Mille plumes divins,
Mille bijoux distincts,
Donnent à l'entour du poulailler chaque jour.
Entre les bras de notre Claire
Dort l'angora d'un cause sévère
Mille anges divins,
Donnent les gros calins
Enroulent leurs ailes autour de son ouatine.
How about Silkie Clause?
I like that! Bawky Claws scared me.
I even like Santa Roo.
Oh I like that one too!
Bawky Claws does scream NIGHTMARE!
Much better mood! See? Although I first read it as "rolling their garlic..." I was pretty sure I was on the wrong track then, though I love garlic!
Here's an approximately poetical approximation:
Betwixt the goats and llama brown
Sleeps, sleeps each chicken fat [and round]
A thousand heavenly feathers
A thousand little jewels
They leave for us around the coop each day
[Betwixt] the arms of our dear Claire
Sleeps th'angora rescued from despair
Angels from above
Giving him big hugs
Fold their wings around her fleecy coat.
This message was edited Dec 14, 2008 9:53 PM
Well, Bawky made sense until I posted. Then it was too late!!