Friday, November 4, 2022

Marking Time



Marking time, mark time.





Your Old Pal,

LSP

7 comments:

Wild, wild west said...

Who else here remembers the Yellow Bird marching song from their misspent youth?

LL said...

Pretty little birdy with a yellow bill,
Perched outside my windowsill,
Coaxed him in with some crumbs of bread,
Then I crushed his little head.

Is that the one you're referring to?

LL said...

Pretty little birdy with a yellow bill,
Perched outside my windowsill,
Coaxed him in with some crumbs of bread,
Then I crushed his little head.

Is that the one you're referring to?

LL said...

Flying over Moscow in the middle of the night,
Twenty-five grand above the city lights,
Stand up, hook up, shuffle to the door,
Jump right out and yell, I want more!

If that chute don't open wide,
I've got a reserve by my side,
If that one should fail me too,
Look out boys, I'm commin' through!

Wild, wild west said...

Yuppers. There were variations. The one I learned first was:

A yellow bird, with a golden bill
He perched upon, my windowsill.
I lured him in, with a crust of bread.
And then I smashed his (edited) head.

LSP said...

Mr. Wolf, I liked that comment so much I ran it thrice. And I remember singing something like that, years ago in my warlike youth!

LSP said...

Hmmmm, Wild, I seem to recall that version.