This didn't make me feel-good, but there was nowhere else to put it.
Yesterday R & I were walking the dogs on the beach...outstanding day, cool breeze, just about perfect. So out in the bay is a good-size gaggle of geese, friendly fellows...swam along with us as we walked the beach, not too close to work the dogs into frantic hysteria but close enough to be sociable.
Tagging along behind them were a number of babies..."goslings" as they're called. So that made me remember the old Burl Ives song. My daddy was a huge Burl Ives fan...inexplicable really because the only other music he listened to was classical and opera. But anyway, growing up on classical, opera and Burl Ives I remembered the song "The Old Gray Goose" and began singing it as we walked along the beach.
I couldn't BELIEVE what a horrible song it is! Why would anyone ever write such a dismal song? For those of you who don't know it, these are the lyrics:
Go tell Aunt Rodie, go tell Aunt Rodie, go tell Aunt Rodie, that her old gray goose is dead.
She died in the millstream, died in the millstream, died in the millstream, standing on her head.
The goslings are crying, the goslings are crying, the goslings are crying, cause their mammy's dead.
Oh. My. God! I'm just singing away and R looks at me and says "Don't EVER sing that song again!" Partly of course because it's so shockingly dismal and also because I can't carry a tune. What is it with songwriters? That's as bad as "Rock abye baby" where the bough breaks and the cradle falls and down plops baby, concussion and all.
Sickos.
-frolix