Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
I'm not sleepy
and there ain't no place I'm goin' to
Hey, Mr. Tambourine Man,
play a song for me
In the jingle jangle morning,
I'll come followin' you
Take me for a trip upon
your magic swirling ship
All my senses have been stripped
And my hands can't feel to grip
And my toes too numb to step
Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'
I'm ready to go anywhere,
I'm ready for to fade
Unto my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it
Changed it’s mind.
Missed.
Frog?
Frog.
OT: You might see a mini-Instalanch today. Sarah Hoyt plugged Gerard’s poetry book this morning.
Probably won’t affect this site; the link goes to the book site.
Why are you playing with (ew) snakes?
Those photos brought to mind the first lines of Jabberwocky:
“Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe..”
One of the best nonsense poems ever.
“One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went gallumphing back.”
oh, geez…I see it now. Snake chasing frog. Didn’t get ‘im.