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.
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.
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.
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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 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;
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.
I’m the seagull poster,
posting seagulls moster,
website seagull hoster
I’m a conversationstarter,
twisted conversationstarter
seagull conversationstarter!!
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
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?
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.