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I have a little white thing
And China is her name And when I go to bed at night She plays a little game. When I lay my head to rest My little China cat Winds herself around my head And makes a purring hat. Blessed be Baha |
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BfloPolska wrote:
I have a little white thing And China is her name And when I go to bed at night She plays a little game. When I lay my head to rest My little China cat Winds herself around my head And makes a purring hat. Oh, how cute! I'm jealous - I want a purring hat! Mom, why can't I have a purring hat?? :) Joyce PS - I can just hear the tune this ditty goes to, but I can't remember the name of the song, if I ever even knew it. -- Excuse for Not Doing One's Homework: My pit bull, here, ate it. -- J.D. Berry, Springfield |
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"BfloPolska" I have a little white thing And China is her name And when I go to bed at night She plays a little game. When I lay my head to rest My little China cat Winds herself around my head And makes a purring hat. Blessed be Baha Awwwww, how sweet.. I just love that. :) Love Kyla |
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Joe Dee wrote:
On Fri, 12 Mar 2010 16:08:56 -0500, wrote BfloPolska wrote: I have a little white thing And China is her name And when I go to bed at night She plays a little game. When I lay my head to rest My little China cat Winds herself around my head And makes a purring hat. PS - I can just hear the tune this ditty goes to, but I can't remember the name of the song, if I ever even knew it. I have a little dreidel I made it out of clay And when it's dry and ready Then dreidel I shall play! Oh, I wasn't thinking of that song. (I used to do parodies of that about my cats... "I have a little Smudgie, she's made all out of fur, and when I stroke and pet her, how loudly she will purr..." Or something. Actually, Smudge doesn't purr loudly. Poetic license.) No, I was thinking of a different song, more like this: http://www.sonic.net/~jwermont/misc/...hinas_song.mp3 (Please excuse 2-3 seconds of silence at the beginning.) Joyce -- The average, healthy, well-adjusted adult gets up at seven-thirty in the morning feeling just terrible. -- Jean Kerr |
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wrote:
Joe Dee wrote: On Fri, 12 Mar 2010 16:08:56 -0500, wrote BfloPolska wrote: I have a little white thing And China is her name And when I go to bed at night She plays a little game. When I lay my head to rest My little China cat Winds herself around my head And makes a purring hat. PS - I can just hear the tune this ditty goes to, but I can't remember the name of the song, if I ever even knew it. I have a little dreidel I made it out of clay And when it's dry and ready Then dreidel I shall play! Oh, I wasn't thinking of that song. (I used to do parodies of that about my cats... "I have a little Smudgie, she's made all out of fur, and when I stroke and pet her, how loudly she will purr..." Or something. Actually, Smudge doesn't purr loudly. Poetic license.) No, I was thinking of a different song, more like this: http://www.sonic.net/~jwermont/misc/...hinas_song.mp3 (Please excuse 2-3 seconds of silence at the beginning.) Joyce Robert Lewis Stevenson's poem I have a little shadow that goes round and round with me And what can be the use of him is more than I can see,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Anybody know thw rest? MLB |
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MLB wrote:
wrote: No, I was thinking of a different song, more like this: http://www.sonic.net/~jwermont/misc/...hinas_song.mp3 (Please excuse 2-3 seconds of silence at the beginning.) Robert Lewis Stevenson's poem I have a little shadow that goes round and round with me And what can be the use of him is more than I can see,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Anybody know thw rest? MLB That's a song? Joyce -- A clean house is a sign of a broken computer. |
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BfloPolska wrote:
I have a little white thing And China is her name And when I go to bed at night She plays a little game. When I lay my head to rest My little China cat Winds herself around my head And makes a purring hat. Oh, I miss my purring Frankie-hat each and every evening! -- Marina, Miranda and Caliban. In loving memory of Frank and Nikki. |
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"MLB" wrote in message
... Robert Lewis Stevenson's poem I have a little shadow that goes round and round with me And what can be the use of him is more than I can see,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Anybody know the rest? I didn't 'know' the rest, but Google was my friend: My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow- Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an India-rubber ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an errant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed. One of the Google links also led to this: http://craftinsomniac.typepad.com/cr.../08/boots.html :-) -- MatSav |
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MatSav wrote:
"MLB" wrote in message ... Robert Lewis Stevenson's poem I have a little shadow that goes round and round with me And what can be the use of him is more than I can see,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, Anybody know the rest? I didn't 'know' the rest, but Google was my friend: My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow- Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an India-rubber ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an errant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed. One of the Google links also led to this: http://craftinsomniac.typepad.com/cr.../08/boots.html :-) Thanks for the post. I remembered it from long ago as a song (sing-song?) but I was apparently wrong. Your backyard cat is a beauty as is what I can see of your daughter. Best wishes. MLB |
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