156-THursday's! The years in review?

[momoffuzzyfaces]

Laurie, we always said:
I never saw a purple cow.
I never hope to see one.
But I can tell you any how,
I'd rather see than be one.

I'm not real sure if that's right either - it's just our version.

How about:

How much wood would a woodchuck chuck,
if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

[Karen]

How much wood would a woodchuck chuck,
if a woodchuck could chuck wood? [/b][/color]

A wood chuck would chuck all that he could chuck!
Stay oughta the way, or you'll hafta duck while the woodchuck chucks!

[slick]

How much wood would a woodchuck chuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

Around my neck of the woods we'd answer with:

A woodchuck could chuck
Just as much wood
As a woodchuck could chuck
If a woodchuck could chuck wood.



My Dad (RIP) always used to sing:

Mr. Mosquito he fly high
Mosquito he fly low
Mr. Mosquito gonna land on me
He ain't gonna fly no mo!!

Oh it ain't gonna rain no rain no mo
It ain't gonna rain no mo
How in the heck can I wash my neck
If it ain't gonna rain no mo!!

Sorry, it's the cold meds I'm on.. ..don't you just love drugs??

One big hot rum for me please.

[Kfamr]

Haven't stopped by in a while....


Mom and I are making a pot of ham & bean soup from our leftover Easter ham... not done yet, but tomorrow everyone's welcome to a bowl or two!

[smokey the elder]

..and let's not forget that Wisconsin landmark, the Heiny Winery, with Thor and Red Heiny, props.

[zippy-kat]

STE reminded me of one that Dad taught me when I was little (much to Mom's chargrin of course!):

God made man
Man made money.
God made bees
Bees made honey.
God made a little rabbit to run very fast,
God made a little dog to catch him by the ... tail.



He also (secretly) taught me this one *right* before Mom and I boarded the plane to go visit Gma/Gpa (I think I was 5 or 6):

Great big gobs of
Juicy grimey gopher guts,
Chopped up little birdies' feet,
Cupilated monkey's meat,
MMMmmm MMMmmm
Too bad I forgot my spooooonnn.

Mom had a "lovely" conversation with Dad after we arrived.

[smokey the elder]

I think it's the father's job to provide the gross songs...or the big brother's.

[Lady'sOtherHuman]

STE reminded me of one that Dad taught me when I was little (much to Mom's chargrin of course!):

God made man
Man made money.
God made bees
Bees made honey.
God made a little rabbit to run very fast,
God made a little dog to catch him by the ... tail.



He also (secretly) taught me this one *right* before Mom and I boarded the plane to go visit Gma/Gpa (I think I was 5 or 6):

Great big gobs of
Juicy grimey gopher guts,
Chopped up little birdies' feet,
Cupilated monkey's meat,
MMMmmm MMMmmm
Too bad I forgot my spooooonnn.

Mom had a "lovely" conversation with Dad after we arrived.

I know the second one a little differently:

Great big gobs of
Greasy, grimey gopher guts,
Mutilated monkey meat,
Concentrated birdy feet
French fried eyeballs
Floating in a pool of blood
Oops, I forgot my spoon
Aren't you glad I brought a straw? slurrrrpp!

[gini]

I know the second one a little differently:

Great big gobs of
Greasy, grimey gopher guts,
Mutilated monkey meat,
Concentrated birdy feet
French fried eyeballs
Floating in a pool of blood
Oops, I forgot my spoon
Aren't you glad I brought a straw? slurrrrpp!

Well, I for one, am certainly glad that you could provide another version - YUCK!

[Karen]

Hey, I know a really gross one - not taught to me by my dad or brother, but I, being the evil person I am, once taught it to the annoying 12-year-old brother of an annoying guy (Glen) my friend was dating. It worked, Glen's brother sang it over, and over, and over ad nauseum!

To the tune of "My Bonnie Lies over the Ocean"
(learned from a pastor at a church camp)
[apologies to anyone with a weak stomach, or a loved one with TB]

My sister has tuberculosis
My sister has only one lung
She throws up her blood in convulsions,
And dries it and chews it for gum.

Chorus:
Come up, come up
Come up my supper come up, come up!
Come up, come up
Come up my supper come up!

(And, by the way, my sister is fine, does not have TB, and is in no way associated with this song.)

There. Arentcha glad little kids aren't allowed in Thursdays??

[Lady'sOtherHuman]

How about:

How much wood would a woodchuck chuck,
if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

The response I learned was:

Not much wood could a woodchuck chuck
cause a woodchuck can't chuck wood.

[Lady'sOtherHuman]

Hey, can I get a irish coffee? Where is everybody? I made a nice ham and cheese quiche with my leftover easter ham. Any takers?

[Corinna]

Ok I never thought I wouldd as an grownup(?) would recall this one.
Ooy gooey was a worm ,
a mighty worm was he,
crawled upon the railroad tracks ,the train he dd not see.
Ooy gooey!!!

[Oggyflute]

Wouldn't mind a bowl of your ham & bean soup Kay.
I'd better have something strong to drink, escpecially if I'm going to listem to these poems all afternoon. (I'd swear I was at Poet's Corner )

[lbaker]

Ham & bean soup with corn fritters and goofy poems. Ogden Nash and Shel Silverstein look out!!

"Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
HowI wonder what you're at!
Up above the world you fly,
Like a tea tray in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle--