Tag Archives: song

The sea – a song

The sea is so invigorating,

it brings my heart such joy

I’ve lived upon the ocean

since I was a little buoy;

floating around,floating around,

a cloud in the sky-

metaphorically speaking,

that cloud is I.

Pastime with Good Company?

With sleeves of green

written by another,

‘Pastime with Good Company’

Is the song that Henry

probably wrote.

And here I quote,

‘I’m ‘enery the eighth, I am,

‘enery the eighth, I am, I am,

I got married to the widow next door,

because I’m the king, right!’

Which was also

probably not written

by Henry.

The rats – a song

The rats started nibbling me

And agreed I was tasty

Then they started eating me

Now let’s not be hasty

For rats have to eat

And I was a treat

For their pallets.

Never share your lunch with a seagull,

Never share your lunch with a seagull

never even offer him a bite;

never share your lunch with a seagull,

because you know he just might…

.

take more than his fair share,

he might just take the lot;

and when you look at what he’s left you

you might not have a jot.

The Sun fooled me, today (Siberian Breeze)

The Sun fooled me, today;

I went out in a T-shirt,

as if it was half-past May;

but, there was a bitter wind

coming across from old Siberia way,

and I began to freeze—

.

singing: Siberian Breeze,

Siberian Breeze,

cold as ice,

and I’m likely to freeze,

should have wrapped up well,

and as far as I can tell,

I’m freezing my wotsits off

in this Siberian Breeze.

Conversationstarter

I’m the seagull poster,

posting seagulls moster,

website seagull hoster

I’m a conversationstarter,

twisted conversationstarter

seagull conversationstarter!!

I was bitten by a bee one day – a song

Singing: I was bitten by a bee one day

In the merry, merry month of June

If you were close by

you might have heard me cry,

‘Ouch!’

If the roof blew off my house… (recorded by voice to text on my iPhone)

If the roof blew off my house… (recorded by voice to text on my iPhone)

If the roof blew off my house

woodlice week mouse

Well I hope this I hold like a goose

Or make the sound that a moose would probably make

If the roof blew off my house would I meow like a cat

Would I squeal like a rat

Or would I soundLike a bat

If the roof blew off my house

Would I be Moni like a spouse

Or bony like a skeleton Bonnie

Who moans

—//—

If the roof blew off my house… (edited)

If the roof blew off my house…

Would I squeak like a mouse?

Would I honk just like a goose?

Or make the sound that a moose would probably make?

If the roof blew off my house

Would I meow like a cat?

Would I squeal like a rat?

Or would I sound like a bat?

If the roof blew off my house

Would I be moany like a spouse?

Or bony like a skeleton of bones?

If the roof blew off my house

woodlice week mouse

Well I hope this I hold like a goose

Or make the sound that a moose would probably make

If the roof blew off my house would I meow like a cat

Would I squeal like a rat

Or would I soundLike a bat

If the roof blew off my house

Would I be Moni like a spouse

Or bony like a skeleton Bonnie

Who moans

—//—

If the roof blew off my house… (edited)

If the roof blew off my house…

Would I squeak like a mouse?

Would I honk just like a goose?

Or make the sound that a moose would probably make?

If the roof blew off my house

Would I meow like a cat?

Would I squeal like a rat?

Or would I sound like a bat?

If the roof blew off my house

Would I be moany like a spouse?

Or bony like a skeleton of bones?

Five-bar gate (revisited)

A gate!

A gate!

A five-bar gate!

I spent all my money on a five-bar gate…

I also bought a cow.

.

A state!

A state!

I’m in such a state!

For I have lost my five-bar gate!

And thence escaped my cow.

.

My wife!

My wife!

Called five-bar Kate!

Went out early, and came back late;

as sozzled as a sow,

I don’t know where she is now.

.

Has anybody seen my

five-bar gate, my cow;

has anyone seen my Kate?

A song (for a change)

We don’t know where we’re going,

and we don’t know where we’ve been,

we don’t know where we are,

perhaps we’ll visits the Queen …

she lives somewhere around here –

doesn’t she?

—//—

NB This may be verse one

or the chorus

who knows?

Anyway, feel free to grab your guitar

(or other instrument)

and give it a go.