Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here
Mar. 21st, 2005 11:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccojSo this morning I went to drop the boys off at the bus stop and almost stopped dead in my tracks, it was so gorgeous out. Beautiful, sunny, clear, snow melting, 1°C (33.8°F). Everybody was smiling and happy at the bus stop. The people on the radio were happy. The guy at my parking lot was whistling as he took my money, and I almost chirped my license plate number at him, and he laughed because he knows it by heart anyway and for some reason that seemed pretty funny today.
Daniel was laughing especially hard this morning, because I was inspired to start singing as we walked. My special spring song, which always comes out on the first real day of spring, but which Daniel had never paid attention to before.
Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.
Life is skittles and life is beer.
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring.
I do, don't you? 'Course you do.
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me,
And makes ev'ry Sunday a treat for me.
All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon,
When we're POISONING pigeons in the park.
Ev'ry Sunday you'll see
My sweetheart and me,
As we POISON the pigeons in the park.
When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide,
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.
The sun's shining bright,
Ev'rything seems all right,
When we're POISONING pigeons in the park.
Lalaalaalalaladoodiedieedoodoodoo
We've gained notoriety,
And caused much anxiety
In the Audubon Society
With our games.
They call it impiety,
And lack of propriety,
And quite a variety
Of unpleasant names.
But it's not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon.
So if Sunday you're free,
Why don't you come with me,
And we'll POISON the pigeons in the park.
And maybe we'll do
In a SQUIRREL or two,
While we're POISONING pigeons in the park.
We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment.
Except for the few we take home to experiment.
My pulse will be quickenin'
With each drop of strychnine
We feed to a pigeon.
It just takes a smidgin!
To POISON a pigeon in the park!
I swear I thought he was going to herniate something, especially at the squirrel part. It's so amazing, him having a sense of humour - a real one, not just a small child's "if you trip, that's funny," or "if you say poo that's funny". A real sense of humour based on observation and experience of social norms/language/expectations that are turned upside down or otherwise upset, by a "message whose ingenuity or verbal skill or incongruity has the power to evoke laughter" (definition courtesy of some web-dictionary).
***
His sense of humour was working overtime this morning, actually. He fell down the stairs, catching himself and preventing an ass-over-teakettle tumble, but banging legs and elbows on the way down. Sat crying at the bottom of the stairs for a few minutes while Chris and I comforted him and made sure nothing was broken, then slowly started to calm down. Chris praised him on his dexterity in preventing serious injury, then said something D&D related like "that was a good saving throw - do you think there was a Trap on the stairs?"
Daniel blinked a bit, then started to smile. "Yeah! A hidden leg-grabbing trap!"
"Ooh, good one! What do you think your saving throw score was?"
And then Daniel was laughing, tears still drying on his face, but pretty much over it. Kids. They're made of rubber, physically and emotionally.
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Oh, BTW, the Spring Song - it's part of one of the only songfics I've ever not hated. An X-Files Mulder/Krychek (which I still don't get... although![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bear pointing out the attractiveness of two very pretty men having very angry sex against very seedy alley walls does help ;) the whole Mulder/Krychek in Wuuuv thing never made it past my squickometer. Except for this one, purely for the use of the song:
I KNOW it's songfic! Sorry!!.
Daniel was laughing especially hard this morning, because I was inspired to start singing as we walked. My special spring song, which always comes out on the first real day of spring, but which Daniel had never paid attention to before.
Spring is here, a-suh-puh-ring is here.
Life is skittles and life is beer.
I think the loveliest time of the year is the spring.
I do, don't you? 'Course you do.
But there's one thing that makes spring complete for me,
And makes ev'ry Sunday a treat for me.
All the world seems in tune
On a spring afternoon,
When we're POISONING pigeons in the park.
Ev'ry Sunday you'll see
My sweetheart and me,
As we POISON the pigeons in the park.
When they see us coming, the birdies all try an' hide,
But they still go for peanuts when coated with cyanide.
The sun's shining bright,
Ev'rything seems all right,
When we're POISONING pigeons in the park.
Lalaalaalalaladoodiedieedoodoodoo
We've gained notoriety,
And caused much anxiety
In the Audubon Society
With our games.
They call it impiety,
And lack of propriety,
And quite a variety
Of unpleasant names.
But it's not against any religion
To want to dispose of a pigeon.
So if Sunday you're free,
Why don't you come with me,
And we'll POISON the pigeons in the park.
And maybe we'll do
In a SQUIRREL or two,
While we're POISONING pigeons in the park.
We'll murder them all amid laughter and merriment.
Except for the few we take home to experiment.
My pulse will be quickenin'
With each drop of strychnine
We feed to a pigeon.
It just takes a smidgin!
To POISON a pigeon in the park!
I swear I thought he was going to herniate something, especially at the squirrel part. It's so amazing, him having a sense of humour - a real one, not just a small child's "if you trip, that's funny," or "if you say poo that's funny". A real sense of humour based on observation and experience of social norms/language/expectations that are turned upside down or otherwise upset, by a "message whose ingenuity or verbal skill or incongruity has the power to evoke laughter" (definition courtesy of some web-dictionary).
His sense of humour was working overtime this morning, actually. He fell down the stairs, catching himself and preventing an ass-over-teakettle tumble, but banging legs and elbows on the way down. Sat crying at the bottom of the stairs for a few minutes while Chris and I comforted him and made sure nothing was broken, then slowly started to calm down. Chris praised him on his dexterity in preventing serious injury, then said something D&D related like "that was a good saving throw - do you think there was a Trap on the stairs?"
Daniel blinked a bit, then started to smile. "Yeah! A hidden leg-grabbing trap!"
"Ooh, good one! What do you think your saving throw score was?"
And then Daniel was laughing, tears still drying on his face, but pretty much over it. Kids. They're made of rubber, physically and emotionally.
Oh, BTW, the Spring Song - it's part of one of the only songfics I've ever not hated. An X-Files Mulder/Krychek (which I still don't get... although
bear pointing out the attractiveness of two very pretty men having very angry sex against very seedy alley walls does help ;) the whole Mulder/Krychek in Wuuuv thing never made it past my squickometer. Except for this one, purely for the use of the song:I KNOW it's songfic! Sorry!!.
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Date: 2005-03-21 05:25 pm (UTC)It's like Jill Tracy's Apocalypse song, which is just as wonderfully, hilariously sick.
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Date: 2005-03-21 07:21 pm (UTC)I think it's just great that Daniel can actually understand enough of the song to find it so hilarious. It's almost scary - but wonderful!
:) :)
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Date: 2005-03-21 09:01 pm (UTC)SCORE!