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Bryce F.A.Q (Last Updated: 2024 Nov 26 4:28 pm)
Subject: WIP Name this tune........:)
err Robin not Robbin ???????????????????????? House at Pooh Corner Christopher Robin and I walked along under branches lit up by the moon, Posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore, as our days disappeared all too soon. But I've wandered today much farther than I should, and I can't seem to find my way back to the wood... So, help me if you can, I've got to get back to the house at Pooh Corner by one. You'd be surprised, there's so much to be done, count all the bees in the hive, chase all the clouds from the sky... Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh... Winnie the Pooh doesn't know what to do, got a honey jar stuck on his nose. He came to me, asking help and advice, and from here no one knows where he goes. So I sent him to ask of the Owl, if he's there, how to loosen a jar from the nose of a bear. So, help me if you can, I've got to get back to the house at Pooh Corner by one. You'd be surprised, there's so much to be done, count all the bees in the hive, chase all the clouds from the sky... Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh, back to the days of Christopher Robin, back to the ways of Pooh... ???????????????????????????
Oh, there were dancing bees, Under violin trees, And Froggy played the guitar. Rabbit had a drum, All the animals come, From places near and far. Mr. Mouse from the hills, Played the daffodils, While Owl blew the clarinet. Please tell us soon, The name of the tune, 'Cause I haven't a clue, Colette.
This is not my "second childhood". I'm not finished with the first one yet.
Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.
"I'd like to die peacefully in my sleep like my grandfather....not screaming in terror like the passengers on his bus." - Jack Handy
Froggy Went A Courtin' ??
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All the Woes of a World by Jonathan Icknield aka The Bryster
And in my final hours - I would cling rather to the tattooed hand of kindness - than the unblemished hand of hate...
Erlik: So what? The Frog in the pic is just singing the song......yes?
Available on Amazon for the Kindle E-Reader
All the Woes of a World by Jonathan Icknield aka The Bryster
And in my final hours - I would cling rather to the tattooed hand of kindness - than the unblemished hand of hate...
BTW...Nice work Colette. I wasn't sure about this style of work. I had thought that cutout characters were a bit of a cheat.....but you've turned it into an art form of its own....Well Done!
Available on Amazon for the Kindle E-Reader
All the Woes of a World by Jonathan Icknield aka The Bryster
And in my final hours - I would cling rather to the tattooed hand of kindness - than the unblemished hand of hate...
Nice To Be Here Nice to be here, hope you agree, Lying in the sun. Lovely weather, must find a tree, The show has just begun. All the leaves start swaying To the breeze that's playing On a thousand violins And the bees are humming To a frog sat strumming On a guitar with only one string. I can see them, they can't see me, I feel out of sight. I can't see them, they can't see me, Much to my delight. And it seems worth noting Water rats were boating As a lark began to sing. The sounds kept coming With Jack Rabbit loudly drumming On the side of a biscuit tin. I can see them, they can't see me, I feel out of sight. I can't see them, they can't see me, Much to my delight. Silver minnows were devising Water ballet so surprising. A mouse played a daffodil. A mole came up blinking Underneath an owl who's thinking How he came to be sat on a hill. I can see them, they can't see me, I feel out of sight. I can't see them, they can't see me, Much to my delight. I know you won't believe me But I'm certain that I did see A mouse playing daffodil. All the band was really jumping With Jack Rabbit in there thumping. I found that I couldn't sit still. I just had to make it with them 'Cause they play my kind of rhythm And the bees hummed in harmony And the owl played his oboe Then the frog's guitar solo It was all too much for me... I just had to make it with them 'Cause they play my kind of rhythm And the bees hummed in harmony And the owl played his oboe Then the frog's guitar solo It was all too much for me...
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Let's see what good guessers we have here. This is one of my many favorite songs which just hapened to be playing while I read the challenge for June..