Anguish Languish … Park Due
Last time, I posted a Furry Tell, this time I’ll share something from the “Lath thing thumb thongs” section …
Hey! Maybe we can get Dr. Rob to play his accordion as an accompaniment .. :o)
Hormone Derange
O gummier hum warder buffer-lore rum
Enter dare enter envelopes ply,
Ware soiled’em assured adage cur-itching ward
An disguise earn it clotty oil die.
Harm, hormone derange,
Warder dare enter envelopes ply,
Ware soiled’em assured adage cur-itching ward
An disguise earn it clotty oil die.
September 29th, 2007 at 4:01 pm
Moof, I must not have the right “ear” cause even when I read it out loud it doesn’t make sense. I seem to be missing it. Have a great day!
September 29th, 2007 at 5:10 pm
Um, I don’t get it either . . . *scratching head*
September 29th, 2007 at 5:17 pm
hey, I finally got it! That song was once played at a funeral for a cowboy that knew when I was a child . . . You are right–saying it (or singing it . . .) out loud helps! lol
September 29th, 2007 at 6:43 pm
I figured it out right away. I suppose I should worry. Nah, I would have been worried a long time ago.
I’ll get my accordion!
September 29th, 2007 at 6:58 pm
Dr. Bates … think of a song that we all learned as kids: “Home, home on the range …” ;o)
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TK … there ya go! That would, indeed, make a great funeral song for a cowboy!
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Dr. Rob … “I suppose I should worry. Nah, I would have been worried a long time ago” … gee, doesn’t that worry you? >;o)
When you get back with the accordion, I’ll pull out my red and purple kazoo!
September 29th, 2007 at 9:10 pm
Well after all the hints I finally get it too!
September 29th, 2007 at 11:29 pm
Nope. I don’t know the song. Moof could you send me a translated version?