Ah, yes, Beachcomber, 'tis nice to be appreciated. : D

One of my fondest memories of my misspent youth was, when I was a student participation in a Baptist summer retreat, spending many a happy hour with a similarly misguided girlfriend skinny dipping in a beautiful lake in Wisconsin and making up new verses to "Roll Your Leg Over" (the song aptly identified by Lighter as the heir of "Hares On The Mountain") - but a year or three before I ever heard Robin Hall and Jimmie MacGregor sing.

This is, indeed, one of those songs that a) is so melodic, "ethnic," and "traditional" sounding that sophomoric smut can, in its guise, pass for "art" and b) in that same vein, lends itself to endless new poetic creations (aka "verses").


Genie