She’s a mouser

Just another lyric to entertain all you folks at home.
For Princess, Buster, Peaches, Mr. Gray and Little Bear and all cats everywhere.

There’s a kitty in my house
She loves the taste of mouse
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser

She’s the master of her fate
She’s never one to wait
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser

She jumps on my lap
And she plays with my cap
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser

She does what she will
And she sleeps on the sill
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser

She once fit in the palm of my hand
Her green eyes tried to understand
Why there was no big parade
Or crowds to applaud her on her way

She dreams her kitty dreams
She runs the roofy beams
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser

The sun is her friend
You’d think they were kin
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser

She loves to jump and play
Each and every day
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouse

When she gets to cavort
She’s never out of sorts
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser

She once fit in the palm of my hand
Her green eyes tried to understand
Why there was no big parade
Or crowds to applaud her on her way

She’s got long sharp teeth
And claws on her feet
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser

She keeps the moles away
And all the rats at bay
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser

If you’re a rat in town
Don’t come around
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser

There’s a kitty in my house
She loves the taste of mouse
She’s a mouser, she’s a mouser

She once fit in the palm of my hand
Her green eyes tried to understand
Why there was no big parade
Or crowds to applaud her on her way

She’s my mouser
She’s my mouser
She’s my mouser
Oh, yes, she is

 

Uncle Bardie’s Weekly Music Pick: People Got To Be Free

It’s Thursday again. You know what that means. Uncle Bardie’s Weekly Music Pick. Uncle Bardiie gives a double thumbs up to this week’s selection. “People Got to Be Free” by the Rascals:

I went back in the Uncle Bardie Time Machine. And no, it isn’t a DeLorean or a phone booth. It’s a thingamajib I keep in my basement right next to Huff the Unmagical Dragon. No, he’s not a fire breather. He’s a regular pussycat. And he likes the Rascals as much I do.

I never will forget the first time I was introduced to Gene Cornish, Felix Cavaliere, Eddie Brigati, and Dino Danelli, the Rascals. I was a young squirt. I had just finished the Air Force’s Basic Training at Lackland AFB in San Antonio, Texas and was sent off to the lingering winter weather of Rantoul, Illinois. I arrived late one Friday in May. I had the weekend free, so I left the base and made a trip to one of the local bars that catered to service dudes.

I walked in and the Rascals’ “Lonely Too Long” was blaring from the jukebox. I heard them sing and I just knew I had never heard anything quite as sweet. It was a thing to behold, hearing these guys. Blue-eyed soul had never sounded so good. These guys had out-righteoused the Righteous Brothers.

I was originally going to post another Rascals song. But it seemed to me “People Got To Be Free” was what was needed.

The Lovers

Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all.

“Such a beautiful rainbow,” Melanie said to Walt.

“I made it just for you,” Walt said to Mel.

“You didn’t,” she said. “You can’t make a rainbow.”

“Oh, you think not,” he said, squeezing her hand just a little to show his love. “I spent several years at the rainbow-making school. I was their star pupil.”

“Were not.” She laughed. She liked it when Walt made up stories just for her.

“I was.”

They two stared at the rainbow, thinking beautiful thoughts. Walt thought about a Mel who could walk, Mel thought about a Mel who could walk. And they were very very happy.