The Old Belfry

Bartleby Bumblebee
Buzzed The Old Belfry
Hoping to find curds and whey

Bartleby Bumblebee
Descended said belfry
Flying smack into Sally Ann Mumphrey Mae

Sally Ann and Bartleby
Found they enjoyed each other’s company
Buzzing about the other each and every day

Bartleby Bumblebee
Was to take his leave from the belfry
But Sally Ann requested that he might stay

Seems Sally Ann Mumphrey
Had news for dear Mr Bumblebee—
Hurrah, she was in the family way!

Bartleby Bumblebee flipped over his wings
Lost in happy thoughts of a million things
Like the everjoy Love can bring

So next time you peruse an old belfry
Think of Sally Ann and Bartleby
And the joyful buzzing of Spring

Advertisement

Throw Me Something Mister

Did ya see it—
That smile on that little kid’s face?
I’m pretty really actually sure
The kid doesn’t want to be in any other place.
Did you see that smile—
On the masked fellow on the float # 3?
Those two open hands slicing thru the air
On this Mardi Gras in 1973.
Oh, how the sun came out,
Full and bright and warm;
The rays coursing, bouncing
Off all the doubloons arcing so above in a swarm.
Hear it? Tinkly, tinkle, sprinkles—
Doubloons all over the place!
Watch your fingers! Grab ‘em all up!
All gone! Not even one trace!
Didja see that—
That smile on the baby’s face?
The kid just gave her a doubloon!
Oh yes, this is such the happiest place!

Just A Number

Misbehaving twenty-somethings—
Marching in a row
Aggravated sixty-somethings—
Have forgotten what they ought to know

Oldish and youngish—
Not sure wherefore is the right
Love comes in from the other way;
It’s gonna be a very long night

End stage eighty-somethings—
Head for their nursing home bed
Unaccountable teenyboppers—
Would rather be most anywhere else instead

Newborn steamy babies—
Shine with all their total love
Dead and buried 100-somethings—
Soar with the praeternatural deities above

Numbers adhere to the ages—
It pretty much adds up well
Who old are are you?
Won’t you tell?

Add A Little sgt Pepper

O sing me song by Old Billy Shears
Tell me we’re in days and nights of shifting gears
Promise me it’ll all be completely okay
That we can certainly disagree and still go out and play
I just need somebody to love

O promise me something
A hope to last all day
A guarantee of smiles
A game for all to play
And of course Henry the Horse dances the waltz

Voters are so serious
A future to ball and chain
Leave them their ballots
Recounted again and again
With our love we could save the world

Lend me fair breezes
Skies full of scudding clouds
Miles of rolling farmland
Serrated by old plows
Sitting on a sofa with a sister or two

Beaches bathed in sunshine
With waves of crashing surf
Or mountain valleys misted
Rocks peeking through the turf
Now they know how many ‘holes it takes to fill Albert Hall

We did scavenge Old Dixie
But, a baby is on the way
A guarantee of smiles
How James and Jessie will play
Yours sincerely, Wasting Away