Dragon in the Garden
There is a dragon in the garden
Carefully pulling up unwanted weeds.
He asks each plant to beg his pardon,
But he needs the space to raise his seeds.
He loves the sight and scent of flowers
To bring forth their beauty to his plot
And will happily work many hours
Where weeds a place in his plan have not.
But this dragon is so kind-hearted,
He could wish no harm to each pulled weed.
So, to the side, a bed he started
With hopes that there they could succeed.
For a weed is still a living thing,
Although uninvited, even despised,
That struggles into its niche each spring
And can carry on unsupervised.
Many think a dragon too is bad
And fear and loathe him at the first sight.
He finds not a welcome to be had
And his new neighbors prepare to fight.
But if they give the dragon a chance
And pause to hear why he really came,
They may learn about his love of dance
And be invited to join his game.
Do not rush to discard the misplaced
If a proper new home can be found.
Do not treat the unplanned with distaste –
Think again and find the work-a-round,
First impressions are often shallow
With too little time to see what’s true.
Like weeds and dragons, please allow
We all have need to be someplace too.
What Do You Get When You Have a Baby?
(tune: I’ll Never Fall in Love Again,
Bacharach & Hal, 1968)
What do you get when you have a baby?
A small one to demand your attention
To do smelly chores which we won’t mention.
Oh, will I ever get to sleep again?
Oh, will I ever get to sleep again?
What do you get when you feed a baby?
You get a few burps and then the throw up
And you wonder if she’ll ever grow up.
Oh, will I ever get to sleep again?
Oh, will I ever get to sleep again?
I’ll tell you what it’s all about
Because I’ve been there, but now I’m out.
Beyond those chores, those chores that tire you.
I will tell you what to aspire to.
What do you get when you have a baby?
You start a life of trials and wonders,
A series of triumphs and blunders.
Although you will get to sleep again,
Life will never be the same again.
No, Life will never be the same again.
Seance with Isaac Singer
Last night I had a small chat
With the late Isaac Singer.
Asked by an aspiring rat,
What advice would you give her?
You do not need to be first,
Nor the idea yours alone.
Your lineage may be the worst –
You could still be an unknown.
But dreams will not get you there –
They do not finish the race.
You need lots of wear and tear
Before you will see first place.
Hard work will not guarantee
That ideas to success grow.
But without, take it from me:
Wishing does not make it sew.
The Lonely Rabbit Peeks Out
They say it’s safe for us rise again
Despite the news of the latest strain.
Bunnies are not known as the bravest,
But now, I think I really crave this.
It’s time to make the baskets and treats,
To hide treasure eggs in fields and streets,
To visit all and yet go unseen --
Leave only a trail of jelly bean.
So, ‘though you do not see me this year,
You will still know that I have been here.
It’ll take me longer to make my rounds –
I think I still need to lose some pounds.
Earlier in the Lonely Rabbit saga:
The Lonely Rabbit - April 2020
The Lonely Rabbit Revisited - April 2021
National Tell A Lie Day
If I tell you I am lying,
Will you believe me on this day?
Is it a half-truth you’re buying
If you choose to trust what I say?
Some think once a year to let us
Get our prefabrications out.
For one day, liars won’t upset us
If they test our power to doubt.
If I were asked what I preferred,
I would rather a day of truth.
All other days, tales may be blurred,
But on that day, all’s true, forsooth!
For, truth be told, it’s very rare
To get through a day without lies.
If your lungs still suck in the air,
You likely have things to disguise.
Perhaps it’s a joke or a bluff
Or something to lighten the blow.
We all are filled with lots of stuff;
Even silence hides what we know.
So you can choose if you believe
What I try to reveal today.
I’ll be back later to deceive,
On gullibility to prey.
The Pony Express
Hooray for the Pony Express,
They say linked the East and the West!
It ran for a year and a half,
‘Til they put up the telegraph.
Pony riders had to be thin –
One twenty-five in their bare skin.
Twenty pounds of mail in a sack,
Twenty for water, gun, and snack.
Ten hours to ride, through night and day,
To the next station on the way.
If the next rider was not there,
Back up astride to do a pair.
Deliver in ten days they claim,
Express was the key to their name.
Drop your letter in St. Joe (MO)
And they’ll read in Sacramento.
Happy 162nd Anniversary of the first Pony Express departures,
April 3, 1860
Hippopotamus in Your Pocket
When you have a hippopotamus in your pocket,
You may feel that you can do anything,
If you wish it, well then, who can block it,
With a hippopotamus to do your bidding?
But please consider the feeling of that hippo,
Who trusted you enough to ride along.
You are the responsible one in this duo,
And it’s up to you to tell right from wrong.
So, have a pleasant adventure with your buddy,
And be home again when it is suppertime.
We would like it if you don’t get too muddy,
And please don’t the two of you commit a crime.
Heard It On The Apevine
When you listen to the chimps chatter,
You will hardly believe
All the tales that they weave
And how far this gossip they scatter.
Don’t be away when they talk about you;
Soon tales are all around,
The big talk of the town,
And even you may think they are true.
It may be hard to stop the attacks
If you too tell such tales.
To tell minnows from whales,
Let me suggest, you stick to the facts.
The Skiing Cow
I once did see a skiing cow,
She may still be on the slopes now.
For her size, the lift was too small –
She rode the plow up, gear and all.
Her helmet shone bright in the sun.
She wore her goggles on each run.
Her scarf waved behind in the breeze
As downhill, she slalomed with ease.
Folks stared at the cow in the sky
When off the ski jump she did fly.
‘Though graceful she sailed off the jump,
Often she landed on her rump.
In truth, I never learned to ski,
So you cannot be taught by me.
But there is hope you can learn how,
If someone could have taught that cow.
New Tricks
As we age, we repeat ourselves,
Rereading the books on our shelves,
Watching the shows we saw before,
Wearing clothes we already wore.
There is comfort in the old ways,
The things we know from bygone days.
When we think we have done it all,
That is when into ruts we fall.
Perhaps we need a few new tricks –
Something different, just for kicks.
Is comfort just too overrated?
Are some of our tricks too outdated?
So stretch a bit, take on a dare,
And give yourself a little scare.
You do not need to do it twice,
But just this once, it might be nice.
The Spelling Bee
The smartest bug I ever did see
Was a rare studious spelling bee.
Like others, she spent her daylight hours
Flying out and back to the flowers.
But nights she read the dictionary,
Which seemed, to me, extraordinary.
She danced around to communicate,
A skill I had to learn to translate.
PhD in entomology
And postdoc in etymology
Before I could tell at a glance
The letters embedded in her dance.
You might think she could spell “dog” or “cat”,
But maybe not words like “aristocrat”.
How about “syllabification”?
You heard that in bee conversation?
So vast was her vocabulary,
More, for a bee, than customary.
I asked her if she wanted to tour,
To see colleges, museums, maybe more.
But she would miss her apiary
And she thought that cities were scary.
I cracked the window and out she flew,
Bidding to me “a-d-i-e-u”.
Memories of Baby Care
Goodnight, baby, sleep tonight maybe,
As we slumber too.
But when you wake, the racket you make
Will summon your crew.
Rub-a-dub-dub, baby in a tub,
Splashing with wild glee.
Although you get both soapy and wet,
Not wetter than me.
Now open wide, your food on a ride,
Airplane soaring in.
A direct hit, you ate all of it,
A fine scoring win.
I smell a stink, it’s you, I do think,
Time for a pit stop.
Diaper and wipes, make a few clean swipes,
Set for the next drop.
Time for a nap, in crib, not my lap,
I get some work done.
After your rest, then I like the best,
We can have more fun.
Various songs generally written with someone specific in mind to amuse. Saved here for posterity.
Poppy on the Sonogram
(tune: I'm Popeye the Sailorman,
by Samuel Lerner (1935))
Oh, I’m Poppy on the sonogram.
I’m Poppy on the sonogram.
When I get to the finish,
They’ll make me eat spinach.
Can I just stay where I am?
I’m one cutie fetus,
Rated at least “so sweet plus”,
Who’s growing so big in here.
I stretch out and roll ‘bout
And wish I could go out –
Waiting for the “all clear”
If you looks from my nose to toes
During my next doc exam,
You’ll see my great progress
Towards my new address.
I’m Poppy on the sonogram.
Oh, I’m Poppy on the sonogram.
I’m Poppy on the sonogram.
I’m near to the finish –
Okay, I’ll eat my spinach.
Let’s find out who I really am.
Off the Road Again
(tune: On the Road Again,
by Willie Nelson (1980))
Off the road again,
I am waiting here off the road again.
A quick swig when I took my eye off of my lane,
And here I am off the road again.
Off the road again,
Goin’ nowhere til I clear my brain,
Seein’ flashing lights coming’ for me again,
And here I am off the road again.
Off the road again,
Like a bunch of chumps, we had too many nips
They’re the best of grains
Distilled spirits sipped before our trips
And our trips
Are off the road again
Just can’t stay on that road again
Seein’ flashing lights coming’ for me again,
And here I am off to jail again.
Loan Shark’s Anthem
(tune: 500 Miles,
by Hedi West (1961), sung by Joni Mitchell)
If you miss a payment now,
You will go back on your vow.
You will see the interest grow day by day.
That’s fifty more, That’s fifty more,
That’s fifty more, That’s fifty more,
You will see the interest grow day by day.
Add one day. Add two days. Add three days. Add four days.
Now you owe 500 dollars on your loan.
500 dollars, 500 dollars,
500 dollars, 500 dollars,
Now you owe 500 dollars on your loan.
Not a shirt on your back,
Not a penny to your name,
I think that maybe you’ll never pay
Never pay, Never pay,
Never pay, Never pay,
You know I can’t let you get away.
If you miss a payment now,
You will go back on your vow.
You will see the interest grow day by day.
That’s fifty more, That’s fifty more,
That’s fifty more, That’s fifty more,
You will see the interest grow day by day.
2B70: You've Gotta Be You
(tune: I’ve Gotta Be Me,
by Walter Marks (1968), Sung by Sammy Davis, Jr)
Whether you’re young or whether you’re old,
Whether you are telling the troops,
Or the one being told.
You gotta be you, you gotta be you,
Who else can do you better than you?
You lived a life, with both joy and strife,
You built your career and cared
For your children and wife.
You gotta be you, you gotta be you,
Who else can do you better than you?
You reached for the prize, success in your grasp,
You ran a fine race, you’re still on the track.
Much is behind, more before your last gasp.
Let us pause a while, as we reflect back.
You were not alone, ‘tho you forged the path.
We have and still will cheer you on;
You get more with help, you can do the math.
So you should just continue on,
Whatever you do, we are your crew,
But you’ve gotta be you.
Winter Freeze
(tune: Summer Breeze,
by Seals & Crofts (1972))
See the lizards droppin’ from the palm trees
In the evening of Florida night
A little cold a-blowin’ in the breeze
Lets us know that’s a weird sight
Winter freeze makes them feel cool
Chillin’ by the jacuzzi at the pool
Winter freeze makes them feel cool
Chillin’ by the jacuzzi at the pool
See the geckos layin’ on the sidewalk
A little ice cube, stiff from tail to jaw.
Leave them alone there on the sidewalk
Until the sun can help them thaw.
Winter freeze makes them feel cool
Chillin’ by the jacuzzi at the pool
Winter freeze makes them feel cool
Chillin’ by the jacuzzi at the pool
Habbie for the Bardie
Sona Co-là -breith, Robbie
Ne’er the blackguard I would need be,
O Bardie, for me to be like ye,
Nor seen those things then you did see,
Far and long ago,
‘Though I wish my dreams were as free
To put on a show.
I did not dance and prance with lasses,
Nor sow my seed amongst the masses,
Nor spend nights clinking drinking glasses,
In youth too well spent,
To tell others what an ass is,
Seen as a belle gent.
So many from you have found pleasure,
Reading through your Scottish treasure.
My grasp sometimes cannot be sure,
Puzzling through a line.
But blest be your graven leisure –
You need not read mine.
For previously posted purlioned poetic posing:
Gang Aft Agley
Sleeping Dogs
When you watch a dog asleep,
You see his wildest dreams be told.
He fought a bear and made it weep –
There never was a dog more bold.
As leader of his fearsome pack,
He chased all squirrels from his yard
And had them give the birdseed back –
For him, that was not very hard.
In a game of fetch, he can fly
And perform tricks that can’t be true.
But you should let sleeping dogs lie –
Unless they tell fibs about you.
Too Cold to Get Up
Nowhere to go,
No hurry to get there.
Lying in bed,
Wondering if I care.
Some men have plans
Beyond their own lifetime.
For me, perhaps,
For the next line, a rhyme.
After this life,
There will be … who knows what.
Promises are made
I don’t trust in my gut.
One time around
Seems more likely to me.
What you are here
May be all you will be.
If that be so,
Can it satisfy you?
Would it then change
What today you will do?
Too cold today
To add more to your fame.
Maybe Monday,
Immortalize your name.
An Avid Indoorsman
When I complete my dating profile,
I must state my true preference.
When I have some extra time to while,
Give me my Nature with temperance.
I will go for a walk if I must
Or even if the company’s pleasant.
I’m not afraid of a bit of dust,
But I prefer when walls are present.
So, let us play games at a table
And, better yet, let me have a seat.
Or we can watch some sports on cable;
That’s perfect for an armchair athlete.
I can easily amuse myself
With the home wifi within my range.
Or I can take a book from the shelf,
But shelves on the beach are rare and strange.
So, enjoy your leaves, wind, rain and sun
While I remain comfy in my chair.
I say, to each his own kind of fun,
But don’t go get eaten by a bear.
If you need more:
Shopping Visit With COVID
Dreaming of COVID Christmas
Ponytail for Christmas
When Dragons Came for Christmas
Corrections Carols
The Municipal Office Party
The Reindeer’s Olympics
(tune: The Teddy Bear’s Picnic
(tune by Bratton (1907), lyrics by Kennedy (1932))
If you go to the North Pole today,
You may not believe your eyes.
If you go to the North Pole today,
You are in for a surprise.
For all reindeer who live thereabout
Gather together to cheer and shout
For today is when reindeer hold their Olympics.
Every reindeer, whether young or old, are on their feet today
There’s lots of marvelous things to see and wonderful games to play
Upon the snow where all can see
They’ll run and leap with their great esprit
For today is when reindeer hold their Olympics.
Olympics games for reindeer
The test to find their best with the skills that Santa soon will need
Test them, choose them every year
And find the highest flyers of their breed
See them gaily prance about
And take flight at a shout
Some may fly, some not quite
At the games’ end, Santa will decide who
Will go with him to train to
Pull Santa’s sleigh on Christmas night
If you go to the North Pole today,
You may not believe your eyes.
If you go to the North Pole today,
You are in for a surprise.
For all reindeer who live thereabout
Gather together to cheer and shout
For today is when reindeer hold their Olympics.
I Saw Daddy Catching Santa Claus
(tune: I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus,
Tommie Connor (1952))
I saw Daddy catching Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe with Mom.
He did not seem pleased
When he saw how she teased.
He exploded like a bomb
When Santa’s beard Daddy seized.
Then I saw Daddy choking Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white
Oh, what a scream then I could hear
With Mom yelling in Daddy’s ear
That he was squeezing Santa too tight.
He saw Daddy choking Santa Claus.
I did! I really did see Daddy choking Santa Claus.
I think Daddy’s been bad.
Then I saw Daddy throwing Santa Claus
Out the door and into the snowbank
He yelled, “Stay away from my wife
If you want to keep your life --
I don’t care how much eggnog you drank.”
He saw Daddy fighting Santa Claus.
I did! I really did see Daddy fighting Santa Claus.
I think Daddy’s been bad.
They Came Out of the Starry Sky
(tune: It Came Upon The Midnight Clear,
Sears & Willis (1849-1850))
They came out of the starry sky,
That fantastic team of deer,
Pulling his sleigh across the air,
They came again this year.
Oh, hooves in flight, above the roof,
Delivering presents from on high.
Children sneaking from their beds
To see if reindeer fly.
Upon their cloven feet they strode,
Prancing lightly on cloudy mists.
They need to reach in that one night
Each child on Santa’s lists.
Above any terrain below,
‘Tis their job; they do not ask why,
Nor ask they when or where or how
That those reindeer can fly.
Yet with the doubts in adult minds,
We may wonder what keeps them up.
Is it the dreams of wee children
Or oats on which they sup?
Physics claims it cannot be done
No matter how hard reindeer try.
But children know, if we do not,
That reindeer indeed fly.
For lo! The kids have seen the books
And the stories on the TV.
They’re taught to trust their Mom and Dad
And believe what they see.
Parents, beware of what you say
And don’t let children hear you lie.
By Santa’s beard, solemnly swear
That reindeer really fly.
Ads, Humbug
(tune: Greensleeves)
Alas that time has come again
To tick you off so thoroughly
And jingle singing will begin
Annoying with its revelry
Don’t let their joy annoy
Don’t let it make you blue
Don’t let in too much to cloy
And don’t let the humbugs bite you
They come to sell this time of year
To milk your generosity
They offer up good deals and cheer
Mixed well with their pomposity
Don’t let their joy annoy
Don’t let it make you blue
Don’t let in too much to cloy
And don’t let the humbugs bite you
You may choose what you will ignore
Dismiss their Frosty and Santa
You just keep the parts you adore
And sort the pitch from the manna
Don’t let their joy annoy
Don’t let it make you blue
Don’t let in too much to cloy
And don’t let the humbugs bite you
Grandma’s Out Hunting For Reindeer
(tune: Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer,
Randy Brooks (1978))
Grandma’s out hunting for those reindeer
Who tried to run her over last night.
We may tell her she should let it go,
But Grandma won’t give up without a fight.
We found her in the snow this morning –
We thought she was dead by reindeer paws.
We put her on the couch and called Doc,
But now she’s angrier as she thaws.
She says the fat guy did it on purpose –
He was laughing as they launched the attack.
We told her to lay down and rest there,
But she swears she’s gonna get him back.
Grandma’s out hunting for those reindeer
Who tried to run her over last night.
We may tell her she should let it go,
But Grandma won’t give up without a fight.
We are trying to have a happy Christmas
While Grandma’s gathering up her gear.
We are unwrapping our Christmas presents
And Grandma’s getting ready to track deer.
We tell her Santa is a kindly soul
That none have ever found menace in.
But Grandma is so very determined –
Maybe our dinner will be venison.
Grandma’s out hunting for those reindeer
Who tried to run her over last night.
We may tell her she should let it go,
But Grandma won’t give up without a fight.
We’re Having a Hard Freeze
(tune: Heat Wave, Irving Berlin (1933))
We're having a hard freeze,
An arctic bomb hard freeze,
The temperature's sinking,
It has us thinking
It will be a blue lulu
It causes a hard freeze,
Start with a wayward breeze
In such a way that
The weathermen say that
It will be a blue lulu
Its climatology
Makes the mercury
Drop to minus three.
We're having a hard freeze,
An arctic bomb hard freeze,
The way that it moves
That thermometer proves
That it will be a blue lulu.
Shot Three, You’re Done?
(tune: Take Me Out to the Ball Game
Norworth & Von Tilzer (1908))
Take me out to the clinic
Take me out in that crowd
Line us up six feet apart
We all know this part by heart
Let me boost, boost, boost with the vaccine
If that don’t work, try again
For it’s one, two, three shots you’re done
‘Til the next CO-VID strain
For earlier shots/songs:
Shot 1:
COVID Vaccine Dues
Shot 2:
I'm Free
Thanksgiving Prayer
Empty out your horn of plenty
When you count your blessings many.
Dig down deep and then go deeper
To thank the giving bookkeeper.
Put aside any pile of woe --
Accept the to, ignore the fro.
Tomorrow you can fret again --
Today, say thanks and then amen.
Monday Morning Quarterback
(tune: Sunday Morning Coming Down,
Kris Kristofferson (1969)
sung by Johnny Cash)
Well, I wake up Monday morning
With no part of my body that doesn’t hurt.
And I feel a need for a beer so bad
But Coach says I gotta eat yoghurt.
Then I think about six sacks yesterday
And I still taste the turf and dirt.
Then I turn on the television set
And force myself to watch the game replay.
I’d tried my best the day before
With plays but nobody I was tricking.
I took the hike and watched them come at me
And soon our punter was again kicking.
Then they’d drive and score a touchdown
And I’d go back out for my next licking.
Then I could sit back on the bench
Thinkin’ I lost someway, somehow, again today.
Oh, a Sunday football defeat,
It can make me feel all alone.
Who else is there to take the blame
When my blockers leave me on my own?
And there is no use for crying
At twenty-five yards for first down.
I know the blitz is coming
And I will soon be on the ground.
At the park I saw a daddy
With his eager little son he’d brought to see
His first hometown pro football game
And I could hear them both booing me.
Oh, why do I play this game
When on every down for my life I must flee?
And it’s dragging down my career
Like my disappearing dreams of yesterday.
Oh, a Sunday football defeat,
It can make me feel all alone.
Who else is there to take the blame
When my blockers leave me on my own?
And there is no use for crying
At twenty-five yards for first down.
I know the blitz is coming
And I will soon be on the ground.
I Can Get to Work Now
(tune: I Can See Clearly Now,
by Johnny Nash (1972))
I can get to work now, the rain is gone,
I can see all the fallen leaves in my yard
Gone are the dark clouds that had me inside
It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) Leaf-Raking day.
It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) Leaf-Raking day.
I think I can rake it now, the pain is gone
All of the back achings have disappeared
Here is the clear day I've been waiting for
It's gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright) Leaf-Raking day.
Look all around, there's nothin' but blue skies
Look straight ahead, nothin' but blue skies.
I did get to work now, the pain is back,
I still have many fallen leaves in my yard
But gone are the huge piles that I made
It was a long (long), so long (long) day.
I’m gonna need a long (long), so long (long) Bone-Resting day.
I’m gonna need a long (long), so long (long) Bone-Resting day.
World Philosophy Day
When the world grants me my life’s trophy,
Will it be for my love of -sophy?
For a wit of wisdom I created?
For an unspoken truth I stated?
If all of the world needed to share
The output which philosophers bear,
Would not all the debates soon be closed
And nothing new ever be exposed?
Each their own philosophy to choose,
My own idiosophy to use --
Does it matter whether you agree
If my thoughts do (or not) work for me?
It is not products we need to love,
But the pondering process thereof.
We learn when we philosophize
And that’s truly our collective prize.
Take Us There, Country Roads
(tune: Take Me Home, Country Roads,
Denver & Danoff (1971))
Down the East coast, to Florida,
through the mountains, over the rivers;
Life on the road, driving by the trees,
rolling down the windows, feeling the cool breeze.
Country roads, take us there
on a trip that’s so long
Interstate highways, state routes also,
Country roads, take us there
All previous trips went there by air,
Two hop plane flights, routed through JFK.
Dark departure, head out by taxi,
Afternoon arrival, sailing through the sky.
Country roads, take us there
on a trip that’s so long
Interstate highways, state routes also,
Country roads, take us there
We hear the voice of our GPS,
She tells us, her messages remind us
Of the routes yet to go.
And driving down the road our rears can feel
We won’t be there ‘til the day after tomorrow
Country roads, take us there
on a trip that’s so long
Interstate highways, state routes also,
Country roads, take us there
Country roads, take us there
on a trip that’s so long
Interstate highways, state routes also,
Country roads, take us there
Take us there, our country's roads
Take us there, our country's roads
Putt, Putt
(tune: Beep, Beep, Winn & Joyce,
Sung by The Playmates (1958))
While shooting at my country club, what to my surprise
A guy with a putter was following me, about one-half my size
The guy must have wanted to show me up
As he matched my every shot.
I’ll show him that I am the pro and he is not so hot.
Putt, putt. Putt, putt.
Putt, putt. Putt, putt. Putt, putt.
His shots were all putt-putts.
I pulled my two wood from my bag to drive down the fairway
But that little guy used his putter off the tee;
He still hit one far away.
He must have thought he had the best stuff
As he matched my every shot.
I’ll show him that I am the pro and he is not so hot.
Putt, putt. Putt, putt.
Putt, putt. Putt, putt. Putt, putt.
His shots were all putt-putts.
My sand wedge was my chosen club
And I took careful aim
I lift the ball ninety yards --
Show’m how to play this game
Inside three feet, I looked back from the green
I couldn't believe my eyes
The little putter guy let fly his shot
And closer his ball lies.
Putt, putt. Putt, putt.
Putt, putt. Putt, putt. Putt, putt.
His shots were all putt-putts.
With my seven I teed off next par three
And I laid in an ace
But the guy stepped up with his putter --
He kept up to my pace
The guy must have wanted to show me up
As he matched my every shot.
I’ll show him that I am the pro and he is not so hot.
Putt, putt. Putt, putt.
Putt, putt. Putt, putt. Putt, putt.
His shots were all putt-putts.
At the par four, I hit farther than ever before
And I was on in one
The guy and his putter hit his shot --
He matched what I had done
After we each sank our eagles,
The guy asked as I moved away,
“Hey, Buddy, could you lend me a club?
I broke this one yesterday.”
Putt, putt. Putt, putt.
Putt, putt. Putt, putt. Putt, putt.
In the Glow of the Golden Sun
(tune: By the Light of the Silvery Moon,
Madden & Edwards (1909))
In the glow of the golden sun
Let’s have some fun.
Out in the sun, we’ll shun no one.
Just have fun, keep a-playing ‘til done.
Those golden rays will last for days.
We’ll be on the run
In this golden sun.
Place, pool, scene cool.
Golden sun is peeking through the clouds
Cast, two. Me, you.
In lounge chairs just watching the crowds.
Act one, begun
Dialog, would you like to putt-putt?
Say when. Now then.
Let’s go, we got stuff to strut.
In the glow of the golden sun
We’ve had our fun.
Out in the sun, we shunned no one.
Just had fun, kept a-playing ‘til done.
Those golden rays have lasted for days.
We’re going home soon
From this golden sun.
Act two, scene new.
Sunrise still hours before it will glow.
Cast three. You, me
The car, all packed up ready to go.
Gas, check. Flex neck.
Highway, it’s time to head back up north.
Trip done. ‘Twas fun.
There’s a back for every forth.
Bye to the glow of the golden sun
We had our fun.
Out in the sun, we shunned no one.
Just had fun, kept a-playing ‘til done.
Those golden rays did last for days.
We will be home soon
From that golden sun.
