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Umm, that's not your happy song, is it?

reminds me of the Archie The Cockroach poems.

You had to be there, Ashke. Eating ice cream in the sunset on the banks of the banks of the mighty Speed River, relaxing on my own after a long day with the kids, listening to the local storytellers' guild. Brian has this lovely baritone voice and Aussie accent. He described the bird first, and why the phrase "you mad galah" is apt, and the thought of this bird observing his greedy relatives and then driving along the highway on his grand adventure, not realizing dead birds don't speak, let alone write poetry, was the perfect end to the day. Lyon! Archie? Share! Share!

/wish = command well boss did it ever strike you that a hen regrets it just as much when they wring her neck as an oriole but nobody has any sympathy for a hen because she is not beautiful while everyone gets sentimental over the oriole and says how shocking to kill the lovely thing this thought comes to my mind because of the earnest endeavour of a gentleman to squash me yesterday afternoon when i was riding up in the elevator if i had been a butterfly he would have said how did that beautiful thing happen to find its way into these grimy city streets do not harm the splendid creature but let it fly back to its rural haunts again beauty always gets the best of it be beautiful boss a thing of beauty is a joy forever be handsome boss and let who will be clever is the sad advice of your ugly little friend archy (Don Marquis)

I want `Metabiel dances with Boreas`, now.

You named it, you get to post it!

I guess so! To each their own. My daughter's happy music is Alice Cooper.