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Pleasant and delightful
Jun. 15th, 2007 08:11 amA slightly amended version of a popular folk song:
It was pleasant and delightful on a midsummer morn,
All things were quite silent - and then came the dawn.
Then blackbirds and thrushes sang on every green spray,
And the larks they sang cacophonous: how I wish they'd go away.
And the larks they sang cacophonous
And the larks they sang cacophonous
And the larks they sang cacophonous -
How I wish they'd go away!
(Although, actually, the problem wasn't so much the birds, as the cats. They seem to have decided that the dawn chorus is a challenge to feline kind, and they sit there in the hall singing as loudly as they can, in a, "Hey! We can do that, too!" sort of fashion. Maybe the world of nature is holding their own version of Pop Idol, and we don't know it. I hope the final happens while we're in Scotland, and we return to silent cats.)
It was pleasant and delightful on a midsummer morn,
All things were quite silent - and then came the dawn.
Then blackbirds and thrushes sang on every green spray,
And the larks they sang cacophonous: how I wish they'd go away.
And the larks they sang cacophonous
And the larks they sang cacophonous
And the larks they sang cacophonous -
How I wish they'd go away!
(Although, actually, the problem wasn't so much the birds, as the cats. They seem to have decided that the dawn chorus is a challenge to feline kind, and they sit there in the hall singing as loudly as they can, in a, "Hey! We can do that, too!" sort of fashion. Maybe the world of nature is holding their own version of Pop Idol, and we don't know it. I hope the final happens while we're in Scotland, and we return to silent cats.)
