It’s in standard tuning and uses the chords Gmaj / Cmaj / Gmaj, even though it is quite a sad song.
G is the Root Note (as is C)
If you use drop D tuning it sounds slightly like Nickleback.
Here it is:
Gmaj
Gmaj
Singing: carrots sink…
Cmaj Gmaj
and parsnips float.
You can let the final Gmaj on ‘float’ ring to extend the song for a few seconds more – or not, if you are stuck for time.
Enjoy
G:)
I’ve got a little dog,
I took it for a jog,
we ran into a bog
… and s
a
n
k
.
There once was a bat, upside down
whose smile was perceived as a frown;
she now cries as she hangs,
people shy from her fangs
and call her a miserable clown.
I must go down to the words today,
the lonely words in the wood;
the ones that just aren’t used enough;
and not because
they are no good;
but, because they are so shy;
and no one goes to visit them,
and if someone does, they cry.
The words all hide
amongst the trees,
they keep themselves unspoken;
solitude is the thing they crave,
a silence likened to the grave,
or a morning quite unbroken.
I must just go,
to see they’re safe,
check they haven’t wilted;
for they had worth
in better days
before their use was stilted.
I must go down to the words today,
the lonely words in the wood.
This poem woke up in a doorway this morning;
it had little in the way of a plan,
so it just sat there yawning;
until a passing poetry critic
hurled some abuse – non analytic –
along the lines of: ‘You smell!’
and not ‘All is well
that ends well.’
as a man once said;
I remember that
as I am not stupid,
though I may whiff a bit.
A kindly word
in deed
is what I need;
but, I am either invisible
or derisible.
This poem woke up in a doorway
this morning.
Once upon a time…
… there was a short story.
It wasn’t long at all;
and it wasn’t at all tall.
So short it was,
and set out so,
that it thought it was a poem;
but, it wasn’t.
It didn’t have much to say;
but, one day,
under the bluest of skies,
It left it’s home
and went off to seek fame and fortune.
Finding neither,
the short story settled down
with an extract from Coleridge’s Mariner,
and they lived happily ever after.
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