Lark, nice Lark Lark, I am going to pluck you I am going to pluck your head, I am going to pluck your head, And the head, and the head, Lark, nice Lark Lark, I am going to pluck you.
Tartlet, it's true your grunting rabbit has potential; but it lacks the power of several thousand children intoning it every day, blissfully aware of it's Ozzy overtones.
It does so put me in mind of something that might be sung to Failure, possibly by that gecko.
Yarbling, I'm pleased that you were so moved by it. Dryden, Gaiman and possibly Monty Python.
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It puts me in mind of Dryden:
From Ode on the Death of Henry Purcell.
A Croatian buddy of mine told me this nursery rhyme :
Milovane, rece mati
Danas cemo zeku klati;
Debeo je, nesto stenje
Prispio je za pecenje.
Which of course translates as :
Little Milovan, said mother
Today we shall slaughter the rabbit;
He is fat, and grunts somewhat
It is time that he were baked.
Tartlet, it's true your grunting rabbit has potential; but it lacks the power of several thousand children intoning it every day, blissfully aware of it's Ozzy overtones.
It does so put me in mind of something that might be sung to Failure, possibly by that gecko.
Yarbling, I'm pleased that you were so moved by it. Dryden, Gaiman and possibly Monty Python.
Better would be:
I'm going to pluck your head,
I'm going to pluck your head
Then buy you a hat.
Hello? Hello?
[tumbleweed .....]
Tumbleweed. Are you making a comment about my hair? I confess the resemblance is uncanny, but it's still wude!
(Hi Mikch! I ate the lark. It's not cold any longer).