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Song Challenge! - Part 88
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Subject: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Áine Date: 30 Aug 02 - 11:54 AM Hey there, Challenge!rs -- How long has it been since you had a steaming Double Dawg Dip Dare? Well, padnuhs, that's too long! ;-) So, without further a-doo, let's see how you all can tie the tethers of these two true tales together and tell the Mudcat World -- What Happens When A Bird Brain . . . A part-time inventor who went for a woodland stroll to test out his latest contraption - a bird-feeding hat - suffered whiplash after he was knocked over by a hungry squirrel. Mike Madden, 48, was walking through woods near his house in Huddersfield, northern England, when a large grey squirrel spied the nuts on a feeding tray mounted on top of his headgear. The squirrel leaped from the top of a tree and landed with such force that Mr Madden was knocked to the ground and suffered whiplash injuries. He said: "I was out walking through the woods with my friend Craig Bailey. We had only just started the walk when 'kaboom' - I was on the floor. I didn't see much of what happened, but Craig told me he saw the squirrel flying through the air and land right on my head." Mr Madden designed the hat so birds could use it while he was walking because he was concerned about their winter food supplies. He said: "Someone told me afterwards that with it coming up to winter and food being so short, squirrels can be quite aggressive and opportunistic. I wish I had known that before. I've always liked squirrels - but once you've had one land on your head travelling about 30 mph you can easily go off them." Mr Madden says his bird feeder was destroyed in the assault and he has vowed not to build another. . . . Meets A Bird Woman? A woman found living up a tree in Italy told police she had been kicked out of her home by her husband. The 41-year-old woman was arrested when she started throwing chestnuts at the policemen who spotted her. Tania Dasilva told officers she had been kicked out of her house in Teramo after a quarrel with her husband. She said she had "no intention whatsoever to leave the tree." The woman, who would not say when she was kicked out of the house, started throwing chestnuts at the policeman after they asked her to come down. She is currently being held at the local police station and has been charged with aggression. Police say they haven't been able to find her husband yet. GO FOR IT, CHALLENGE!RS!! -- Áine (the devilish deity of ditties and the Keeper of the Book) |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Amos Date: 30 Aug 02 - 12:27 PM
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: MMario Date: 30 Aug 02 - 12:36 PM Jane of the Squirrels (tune:Git Along Little Dogies) As I was a-walking one morning for pleasure I spied Michael Madden just walking along His bird feeding hat atop of his noggin But as he drew near me things went very wrong Oh me, oh my-oh, don't do it young lady I know that you think that the trees are your home The squirrel nearly killed him, and you are much larger Don't go for the hat, I said with a groan Mike had his sunflow'r seed, millet and thistle tastefully spread o'er his head's feeding tray and artfully spotted about in the clutter a number of nuts for the big birds today chorus: From the branches above him a squirrel did espy him With winter approching those nuts looked a treat Without even thinking he soon was a-leaping And knocked poor old Michael right off of his feet chorus: Knocked arse o'er teakettle, Mike lay in the forest When up in the branches he suddenly spied Teresa DeSilva a-living the rough life With a wicked big hunger a-glint in her eye Oh me, oh my-oh, PLEASE NO! young lady I know that you think that the trees are your home That squirrel nearly killed me, and you are much larger Don't go for the hat, he said with a groan Oh me, oh my-oh, PLEASE NO! young lady I know that you think that the trees are your home That squirrel nearly killed me, and you are much larger Don't go for the hat, he said with a groan |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: MMario Date: 30 Aug 02 - 12:38 PM Yee-haw AMOS! Excellent! |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Áine Date: 30 Aug 02 - 12:38 PM Damn, Amos -- not only are you 'fast on the draw', you've come up with a real screen spitter!!! ROTFLMAO!!! Alrightey then, Challenge!rs -- the gauntlet has been tossed from the tree and it's landed right in your collective lap -- Go for it!! And Amos, here's a Golden B.L.O.B. for verse and chorus: Happiest woman In the whole wide world Got my tree, an' I got my squirrel! Go on, Burl!! You good ole squirrel! Go on, Burl!! You good ole squirrel! 'Scuse me while I go and change my britches . . . -- Áine |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Áine Date: 30 Aug 02 - 12:42 PM MMario -- your post crossed my own in the ether . . . Excellent addition to the Challenge!, I must say. Here's your Silver B.L.O.B. for a well-tied tale in this verse: Knocked arse o'er teakettle, Mike lay in the forest When up in the branches he suddenly spied Teresa DeSilva a-living the rough life With a wicked big hunger a-glint in her eye -- Áine |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: MMario Date: 30 Aug 02 - 12:48 PM *chortle* of course - no one says what kind of hunger Mike saw glinting in Teresa's eyes...wink,wink, knudge,knudge.... Which is why the song ends there. |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Bo Vandenberg Date: 30 Aug 02 - 01:04 PM |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Bo Vandenberg Date: 30 Aug 02 - 01:08 PM As I Went Out in Wierdling Wood A cautionary tale to the tune of "The Darby Ram" or "The Liar" Words by Bo Vandenberg, August 30 2002 As I went out to Wierdling Wood upon a summers eve You know I met the strangest folks you never would believe I hesitate to tell you for you'll say I'm crackers too But if you come to Wierdling Wood then you can see them too. Its a lie, its a lie and I know it isn't true But if you come to Wierdling Wood then you can see them too.
A man who thinks the winter time is much to hard for birds Chrs:
There's women in the woods me boys 'ahiding from their men Chrs:
Sigurd he took up the task to catch himself a wife
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: MMario Date: 30 Aug 02 - 01:33 PM *BRAVO!* |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Áine Date: 30 Aug 02 - 01:42 PM Bravo and Brilliant, dear Sigurd!! Here's your Silver B.L.O.B. for this mighty morsel of moral(e): So here's the tale for every male that wants to find a mate Don't seek above your station, for this truth I must relate. For Love fell from the heavens but it stopped poor Sigurd's Breath Another schmuck with rotten luck was brow beaten to death. Another screen-spitter . . . watch out, dear readers, and put down that coffee mug NOW! -- Áine |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: GUEST Date: 30 Aug 02 - 05:16 PM Must be some humongus f---ing squirrels over there, yeah? Jeez! Hmmmm. This reminds me of something. Anyone every heard The Big Effen Bee by Matt McGill? Keep that in mind as you read on... THE BIG "EF'N" SQUIRREL A Huddersfield man called Mike Madden Was strolling along with his pal He had his new bird-feeder hat on, you see And was struck by this big "ef'n" squirrel He'd invented his hat to feed birdies Whenever he walked through the wood As winter was coming, he worried they'd starve The poor man's intentions were good. But that huge "ef'n" squirrel in the treetop Spied the nuts that Mike had in his cap It launched itself off the tree branch it sat on And landed on Mike with a WHAP. Poor Mike never saw the thing coming It hit him right square in the head He was knocked to his ass, and his nuts went all over His first thought was that he was dead. The impact had given him whiplash He sat there, his head all a'whirl Craig Bailey, his buddy, explained what had happened You were struck by this "ef'n" BIG squirrel. Someone told Mike a short while later That squirrels get quite bold in late Fall When the food source grows scarce, they will go to extremes Now Mike no longer likes squirrel at all. There's a moral to Mikes little story So take heed, all you boys and you girls Don't put nuts in your hat in the north English wood Or you'll be attacked by these massive bloody "ef'n" squirrels! Big enough to knock a grown man on his arse, they are! |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Amos Date: 30 Aug 02 - 05:29 PM Wow -- mighty nicely turned, GUEST!! Between you, Sigurd, and MM , I'd say this is a mighty sassy crop indeed! Champions all of you! A |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Mr Happy Date: 30 Aug 02 - 05:32 PM sigurd, 'But heavy hungry squirrels knocked his head off with a pow'. would that be a 'curly pow'? or a POW? 8-) |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Bo Vandenberg Date: 30 Aug 02 - 07:30 PM Hey Amos, dont count yourself out of that circle. I dont need to remind you that your piece was first off the mark. I was _certain_ that posting in the first hour would make me first but noooo :) Third! thats pretty scary :) Sigurd |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Áine Date: 30 Aug 02 - 07:38 PM *****ATTENTION DEAR 'GUEST'******* Please, please, oh please, give us a name to put to your song -- Who are you? Don't be a 'guest', please JOIN the 'Cat (unless, of course, you're already a member and are at a cookie-less computer at the moment, which happens to all of us sometimes). The Keeper of The Book cannot award a Golden Cow Chip to an unnamed person . . . Great, great, song!!! Identify yourself, please!! ;-) -- Áine |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: GUEST Date: 30 Aug 02 - 08:06 PM Why, thank ya much, there, Aine (can't figure out how you put that there little thingy above the A in your name.) I'm the same GUEST that belongs to the Song Challenge response about the lady who had her pot of Irish stew knicked off her stove. My entry was set to, "Tis the Last Rose of Summer." I'm a modest guy, but to be honest, I used to be a member who felt rather ignored. I have a song posted in the Mudcat Songbook that sort of reflects that sentiment. I've been back a few times under various GUEST names but haven't signed in again as a member. You might remember another of my contributions. It was the satire on "The Night before Christmas" about the holiday music starting so early and driving people nuts. Anyway, thanks for the acknowledgement. I'm off to do some singin'. Cheers |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Áine Date: 30 Aug 02 - 08:28 PM Why, if it ain't our ol' friend, Gutsy!! Howdy, Guts', ol' pal -- thought I wouldn't find ya, didn't ya?!? ;-) Now, here's your well-deserved Silver B.L.O.B. for this bit of your tail of moralitee: There's a moral to Mikes little story So take heed, all you boys and you girls Don't put nuts in your hat in the north English wood Or you'll be attacked by these massive bloody "ef'n" squirrels! Big enough to knock a grown man on his arse, they are! There ya go -- now, don't be a stranger to these parts, OK? -- Áine |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Deda Date: 01 Sep 02 - 01:49 AM I'll tell my Pa (Tune = I'll tell my Ma, Words in DT)
I'll tell my Pa When I get home
CHO:
With the wind and rain, the hail and sleet,
Here they come, like bombadiers
Here they come, as fat as pigs, |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Amos Date: 01 Sep 02 - 02:27 AM LOL!!! Hahahahaha!! I love it Deda!! I can just hear it with one of them wee fiddles going in the background!! Gute yob!!! Bro |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Bo Vandenberg Date: 01 Sep 02 - 04:37 AM Low Fly, The Squirrels From In The Sky to the tune of "FIELDS OF ATHENRY", see Data Base With deepest apologies to my friends who love this song. Neath a lonely northern wood, I thought I'd do some good And feed the pretty birdies on the wing. With a tray of this and that, I mounted on my hat I never thought that I would ever sing. Low fly, the squirrels from in the sky. That once, I thought were so, god-damned shy For the seeds upon my head, they nearly knocked me dead And I curse them, all the tree-rats I can spy.
The day was nice and clear as I took my bright idea |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Bo Vandenberg Date: 01 Sep 02 - 04:41 AM The chorus is Low fly, the squirrels from in the sky. That once, I thought were so, god-damned shy For the seeds upon my head, they nearly knocked me dead And I curse them, all the tree-rats I can spy. And it comes before the last verse as well. |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Amos Date: 01 Sep 02 - 11:01 AM Beautiful job, there, Sigurd!! A |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Áine Date: 01 Sep 02 - 11:46 AM Way to go, Deda and Sigurd!! Two more great songs!!! OK then, here are your Silver B.L.O.B.s for some wunnerful bits: To Deda for: Here they come, like bombadiers With big fat tails and mean little ears If they hit me I'll go flat What was I thinking with this hat? And to Sigurd for this catchy chorus: Low fly, the squirrels from in the sky. That once, I thought were so, god-damned shy For the seeds upon my head, they nearly knocked me dead And I curse them, all the tree-rats I can spy. Way To Go, Challenge!rs!! -- Áine |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Áine Date: 02 Sep 02 - 09:29 AM Ah come on now, Challenge!rs, I know you've got a couple of more songs in your collective imagination . . . ;-) -- Áine |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Áine Date: 03 Sep 02 - 01:53 PM Just popping this one 'up to top' one more time . . . ;-) -- Áine |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: mousethief Date: 03 Sep 02 - 03:43 PM A Little Bitty Squirrel tune: Little Bitty Tear (a la Burl Ives)
Made up a hat full of peanuts
Because a little bitty squirrel knocked me down
I pictured birds a-roosting on my noggin Because .... (repeat chorus) Copyright ©2002 Alex Riggle. All Rights Reserved. |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Amos Date: 03 Sep 02 - 03:57 PM Big grin there, MT -- I can just hear ole Burl singing that one (Burl Ives, I mean). A |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Aidan Crossey Date: 04 Sep 02 - 05:29 AM I've been shamed by Áine and Deda into submitting an entry! So … to the tune of Killieburne Brae (as recorded by, amongst others, the Dubliners and appearing in Colm O'Lochlainn's Irish Street Ballads Volume One as, if memory serves me right, The Women Are Worse Than The Men"). All of the above a vain attempt to establish some credibility before I drive a coach and horses through any semblance of same by the following! There was an oul' woman down Italy way Rifle-rifle-tiddle-aye-ay There was an oul' woman down Italy way And she'd lived in a tree for many a day With me fol-de-rol-da, tiddle-aye-a, fol-de-rol-da fol-iddle-aye-ay Her husband was nearly driv out of his mind Rifle, etc. Her husband was nearly driv out of his mind With his wife who was perched in the firs and the pines With me etc. He tried to get wifey to live on the ground Rifle, etc. He tried to get wifey to live on the ground But try as he might she just wouldn't come down With me etc. When charm didn't work, then he soon had recourse Rifle, etc. When charm didn't work, then he soon had recourse To the final solution of physical force With me etc. He pelted his woman with big lumps of stones Rifle, etc. He pelted his woman with big lumps of stones She answered each volley with branches and cones With me etc. Says she to her husband, "Now war is declared" Rifle, etc. Says she to her husband, "Now war is declared I'll finish my days in the trees like a bird" With me etc. And away through the branches the woman did flit Rifle, etc. Away through the branches the woman did flit Though her husband bemoaned she did not care a whit With me etc. A year came and went with no sight nor sign Rifle, etc. A year came and went with no sight nor sign And to her departure her man was resigned With me etc. One day when out walking his oul' lurcher hound Rifle, etc. One day when out walking his oul' lurcher hound In the branches above him he noticed a sound With me etc. An army of finches and squirrels and owls Rifle, etc. An army of finches and squirrels and owls In the branches above him were starting to prowl With me etc. Says one of the squirrels "Your former oul' wife" Rifle, etc. Says one of the squirrels "Your former oul' wife Has given us orders to take your oul' life" With me etc. "We beasts of the trees have given our pledge" Rifle, etc. "We beasts of the trees have given our pledge That your wife's cruel treatment we're bound to avenge" With me etc. And with those words the squirrel leapt on the man's head Rifle, etc. With those words the squirrel leapt on the man's head A ferocious attack left the bugger for dead With me etc. But the poor man came round and he prayed on his knees Rifle, etc. The poor man came round and he prayed on his knees And he moved to the desert where there aren't any trees With me etc. |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: MMario Date: 04 Sep 02 - 08:53 AM nice additions. |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: GUEST,Boromir Date: 04 Sep 02 - 10:10 AM I love to go a wandering Along the woodland track And as I go I love to wear A nut tray on my hat
Valeree, valerah, valeree, valerah ha ha ha ha ha
I used to go a wandering Valeree, valerah, valeree, valerah ha ha ha ha ha
No more I'll go a wandering Valeree, valerah, valeree, valerah ha ha ha ha ha
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Amos Date: 04 Sep 02 - 10:15 AM LOL!! Good one, Boromir!! Hey TGG -- ya better check out the "No BS: Newfie Nuptials" thread. Jack the Sailor has completely broken the envelope on the meaning of a Song Challenge!! :>) A |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: mousethief Date: 04 Sep 02 - 11:12 AM Great songs, all! Alex |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Áine Date: 04 Sep 02 - 03:00 PM Alrightey! I knew y'all had a couple more of 'em under your hats ;-) Here are your 'better late than never' Silver B.L.O.B.s for your respective 'pearls before swine': To mousethief for this cheery chestnut: Made up a hat full of peanuts Took it outside for a spin But as soon as I got to the park I nearly got my brains bashed in To derrymacash for these two shameless verses (and a big thanks for taking the time to honour us with his whim, whigor and whitality!): And with those words the squirrel leapt on the man's head Rifle-rifle-tiddle-aye-ay With those words the squirrel leapt on the man's head A ferocious attack left the bugger for dead With me fol-de-rol-da, tiddle-aye-a, fol-de-rol-da fol-iddle-aye-ay But the poor man came round and he prayed on his knees Rifle-rifle-tiddle-aye-ay The poor man came round and he prayed on his knees And he moved to the desert where there aren't any trees With me fol-de-rol-da, tiddle-aye-a, fol-de-rol-da fol-iddle-aye-ay And to Boromir, for this brilliant bit o' wisdom: No more I'll go a wandering With bird food on my head I'll turn the heating pad up high Remaining home instead! Great entries from all of you bunch of nuts and tree dwellers!! -- Áine |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: mousethief Date: 06 Sep 02 - 12:23 AM Egad! We have fallen off the page! Alex |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Amos Date: 06 Sep 02 - 01:39 PM Odzooks! Such codwallop grim Ne'e'r these aged eyes have seen Perchance the Goddess hears us not? Or glitches are, in her machine?
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: MMario Date: 06 Sep 02 - 01:51 PM Or chances are, the moon most bright Upon the hill doth give it's light And thus in vision entranced she be in matters more urgent then e'er we |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Áine Date: 06 Sep 02 - 02:27 PM Gadzooks!, She cries, neither hill nor skies, have kept me from my post, I have dallied only with my lute, Laboring hard to find the notes! ;-) Cross my heart, as soon as I have the chorus tablature finished on the mandolin, I will throw your Chips into the wind with all the whigor and whitality you expect of She Who Keeps The Book! -- Áine |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: MMario Date: 06 Sep 02 - 02:34 PM Dally away - we'll be here when you come back! |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Amos Date: 06 Sep 02 - 02:34 PM This lass, who keeps our Songster's Book Of gentle mien, and thrilling look Like unto a morning's summery kiss, How glad, that she our Goddess is!! A |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Áine Date: 06 Sep 02 - 05:20 PM The mando tab is finished, and so is this Challenge! (well, for the moment, anyway!) -- Big muchas gracias, cudos and congrats to all of you (especially the newcomers and re-emergents)!! Great songs from great folks, for sure dude ;-) Here are your promised (and flying) Golden Cow Chips: Winners of the Double Dip Copper Cow Chip (with Sprinkles) (The Double Dip Copper Cow Chip (with Sprinkles) is awarded for connecting the dizzying dots between two or more Challenge! ideas in a song for any Official Double Dip Dare from the Keeper of the Book): As I Went Out In Wierdling Wood by Sigurd The Big "Ef'n" Squirrel by Gutsy I'll Tell My Pa by Deda Jane Of The Squirrels by MMario A Little Bitty Squirrel by mousethief Low Fly, The Squirrels From In The Sky by Sigurd Me An' Burl by Amos A Nut Tray On My Hat by Boromir The Women Are Worse Than The Squirrels by derrymacash All the best, Áine |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Amos Date: 06 Sep 02 - 05:29 PM Wow!! We ALL GOT Double Dipped by the Goddess!! This is one for the annals of History!! LOL! Thanks, TGG! A |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: mousethief Date: 06 Sep 02 - 07:39 PM Hey! I didn't talk about both topics! I demand a shamrock cluster! Alex |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Áine Date: 06 Sep 02 - 11:19 PM And the clouds gathered darkly, and thus She Spake: Did I see the word 'demand' in that last post, mousethief????? Don't mess with TGG, now, boy-o . . . She Who Gives The Golden Cow Chips Can Take Them Away, don't ya know! Now, I just might change your Chip Designation on the morrow; and then again, I might not . . . depends on what kind of mood I wake up in, don't ya know. Anyway, tonight I am suffering from PMS (putrid mandolin syndrome), and I'm in no mood to brook any break in the Challenge!rs ranks . . . If my tremolo improves with an overnight rest, well, we'll see ;-) . . . and the clouds turned a dark green and the sky rumbled with blasphemous mumblings in re the Mandolin god and his ancestry . . . |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: mousethief Date: 07 Sep 02 - 12:12 AM I meant "demand" in a "ask very politely" sort of way, of course. Alex |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Áine Date: 07 Sep 02 - 11:31 AM Lucky you, mousethief -- I woke up in a much better mood. Winner of the Golden Cow Chip with Shamrock Cluster (The Shamrock Cluster is awarded for a very high level of imagination, imagery, and/or creative use of language in a song): A Little Bitty Squirrel by mousethief BTW - I tried one of Dear Hubby's jazz picks on my mandolin last night before I retired for the evening, and I think I may be able to clear up my PMS (putrid mandolin syndrome) today. Keep your fingers crossed, Challenge!rs -- for a shaky tremolo leads to PMS, which makes for a very grumpy gaelic goddess ;-) All the best, Áine |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Amos Date: 07 Sep 02 - 12:42 PM Jeeze, Alex, watchyer step, man!! Ya don't know whatyer messing with here!! We're talking cataclysm, ya piss off the GG too much. You could have us ALL emulsified!! A |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: mousethief Date: 07 Sep 02 - 07:24 PM Well, if we are emulsified, at least those who come after us will have excellent gardens. Thank you, Aine! Alex |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Bo Vandenberg Date: 08 Sep 02 - 01:50 AM For Mousethief :) (to the tune of Grandfathers clock) His double dipped cow chip was too much to bear So he wanted a cluster of green For a shamrock he felt he'd endanger his pelt With a too toothsome venting of spleen. So then Aine from on high Sent a cursing on that guy As its said in these lands to this day. "Take your Blob Snob, better shut your Gob Let the Golden Cow Chips Fall where they May." (grinning) Sigurd.
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: mousethief Date: 08 Sep 02 - 02:20 AM Nicely done, Sigurd! :) Alex |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Áine Date: 08 Sep 02 - 02:38 AM . . . and the clouds opened, and thus She Spake: All Challenge!rs hail the humourous Sigurd, Who has hoisted mousethief on his piturd! . . . and the clouds closed again, with a wicked giggling fading into the sky . . . |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Amos Date: 08 Sep 02 - 10:44 AM LOL!!! I love the smell of lime-green ozone in the morning!! A |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: mousethief Date: 08 Sep 02 - 04:01 PM I hear there are pills for that now, Amos. Alex |
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: Amos Date: 08 Sep 02 - 05:07 PM Hey, Alex -- you're the one who dissed the GG and got hoisted on a pit-turd, which, if my dictionary serves, is a pointed wooden cooking skewer with alternating slices of tomato, onion, pepper, and charcoaled cowchip on it.... Not to be confused with a petard, derived from the French word for farts, a small brass cannon used for blowing down castle gates. No, your fate has to be judged infinitely more interesting -- skewered on a piturd. You want fries with that? LOL!!
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Subject: RE: SONG CHALLENGE! - Part 88 From: mousethief Date: 09 Sep 02 - 10:10 AM I say, just about time for another song challenge, ain't it, wot wot? Alex |
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