Usksider's Photo Blog

I guess resting on a leaf must be a lot less bovver...

But...

Why isn't he/she/it hovering

You can't be a Hover Fly and not hover...
I'm sure it must be against the rules!
Unless it is only pretending to be hover fly of course....

Do you have songs you remember from childhood? Maybe a kids favourite rhyme, or some other lyric that still springs to mind?

This is one of mine... I have no idea why, except it always grabbed my attention in the same sort of way the Gingerbread House did... anyway it was the Burl Ives version I remember, but I've come across several others since.

Perhaps subconsciously my brain was trying to tell me I wanted to be bum? Well there's time for that yet I suppose!

What d'ya mean I'm one already?

Big Rock Candy Mountain

One evening as the sun went down and the jungle fire was burning
Down the track came a hobo hiking and he said boys I'm not turning
I'm headin for a land that's far away beside the crystal fountains
So come with me we'll go and see the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains there's a land that's fair and bright
Where the handouts grow on bushes and you sleep out every night
Where the boxcars are all empty and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees
Where the lemonade springs where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth and the hens lay soft boiled eggs
The farmer's trees are full of fruit and the barns are full of hay
Oh, I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall and the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains you never change your socks
And the little streams of alcohol come a-trickling down the rocks
The brakemen have to tip their hats and the railroad bulls are blind
There's a lake of stew and of whiskey too
You can paddle all around 'em in a big canoe
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains the jails are made of tin
And you can walk right out again as soon as you are in
There ain't no short handled shovels, no axes saws or picks
I'm a goin to stay where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

I'll see you all this coming fall in the Big Rock Candy Mountains...

The easy life of the Gentleman of the Road... sounds idyllic doesn't it?

Have a good day y'all!

It may be the early bird that catches the worm, but trust me... all the self-respecting worms are tucked up fast asleep right now!