updated as of July 17,2005!
This is a song done by Lucille Ball and either Desi Jr.or Wayne Newton, when he was very young,Capella,in costume as cowboys with big black mustaches...to funny!
Oh, he swings, back and forward in the saddle as he sings,and he's riding on a horse, a pretty good horse, that is syncopated gated and there such a funny meter to the roar of his repeater, how they run, when they hear this fellas gun because the western folks all know, he's a rootin', tootin', shootin', son of a gun from Arizona, rag time cowboy, talk about your cowboy, rag time cowboy Joe!
This is a medley of songs, written by a certain adorable little boy and his mommy when he was only three or four,to the tune of each song's melody, and they blended rather well, and each time we sang them, they sent us into gales of laughter! Enjoy!
I'm just a little black rain cloud hovering under your hunny tree ,only a Little black rain cloud , pay no attention to little me, everyone knows that a rain cloud doesn't eat hunny no not a drip- drop...drip, drip, drop little April showers -Tho April showers, may come your way, they bring the flowers, that bloom in May, so if it's raining have no regrets, for it isn't raining rain you know, it's raining Violets...sweeter than all the roses.Covered all over from head to foot, covered all over with, sweet vio-Let's bake a sunshine cake!
This next song is from a bygone era, and an unknown author,but is sure to delight children who are innocent and unspoiled enough to appreciate simple pleasures-Boys and girls alike.
Oh little playmate, come out and play with me, and bring your dollies three, climb up my apple tree! Shout down my rain barrel, slide down my cellar door, and we'll be jolly friends, forever more!
This is Frere Jacques,(phonetically fera Jaka),-which is French for "Brother John". It used to be that all children learned this song in school. I remember my brother and I riding our bikes with our friends and singing it, as we circled through water puddles,over and over and over,just to splash the cool rainwater up on our feet and legs,after a late afternoon summer shower. Thank goodness for cheap sandals and tennis shoes,and play clothes!
Frere Jacques,Frere Jacques,Dormez vous?Dormez vous?
Sonnez les matines,Sonnez les matines,
Ding, ding, dong! Ding,ding, dong!
OUI?
Posted by: Oldcatman | July 17, 2007 at 10:50 AM