I'm sitting here at the front desk at the library, and Phyllis, the librarian, is in the picture book room leading a group of children in a rousing rendition of "Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes."
I'm humming happily along--until I suddenly realize that I've begun singing "There is a Tavern in the Town." They have the same melody, this little children's exercise song and this 19th century ballad of betrayal and death, and even though I've known both of them for a large percentage of the past 40 years, I never till last year connected the two...
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Date: 2005-11-09 09:03 pm (UTC)I'm sitting here at the front desk at the library, and Phyllis, the librarian, is in the picture book room leading a group of children in a rousing rendition of "Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes."
I'm humming happily along--until I suddenly realize that I've begun singing "There is a Tavern in the Town." They have the same melody, this little children's exercise song and this 19th century ballad of betrayal and death, and even though I've known both of them for a large percentage of the past 40 years, I never till last year connected the two...
Mike
a whole new genre beckons
Date: 2005-11-09 09:30 pm (UTC)Re: a whole new genre beckons
Date: 2005-11-09 10:01 pm (UTC)In the meantime, feel free to sing the poetry of Emily Dickinson to the tune of "The Yellow Rose of Texas."
Mike Again
you mean it ISN'T
Date: 2005-11-10 04:07 pm (UTC)