McCawley and Alan's
81st
Birthday Celebration
April 28, 2006

Part  1 of 2


Mirthful comic shows begin


 
The Fox
19th Century American Folk Song
 
The fox went out one stormy night,
Prayed to the moon for to give him light,
For he'd many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town, oh,
Town , oh, town, oh,
He'd many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town, oh.
He ran till he came to a great big pen
Where the ducks and geese were kept therein;
A couple of you will grease my chin
Before I leave this town, oh,
Town , oh, town, oh,
A couple of you will grease my chin
Before I leave this town, oh.
He grabbed the gray goose by the neck,
Flipped the goose across his back;
He didn't mind he quack, quack, quack,
And the legs all dangling down, oh,.
Down, oh, down, oh,
He didn't mind he quack, quack, quack,
And the legs all dangling down, oh.
     

Gwynn Suits and Jimmy Chesire

Ol' mother Flipper Flopper jumped out of bed;
Ran to the window and this
is what she said,
"John, John the gray goose is gone
And the fox is on the town", oh, etc.

Arthur Suits

Then John he ran to the top of the hill;
Blew his horn both loud and shrill,
The fox he said, "I better flee with my kill
For they'll soon be on my trail", oh, etc.
Arthur Suits

The fox he ran till he came to his den;
There stood the little ones 8, 9. 10.
They said, "Daddy you'd better go back again
'Cause it must be a mighty fine town", oh, etc.
     
 
Alan Suits

The fox and his wife, without any strife,
Cut up the goose with a fork and a knife,
They never had such a supper in their life,
And the little ones chewed on the bones, oh,
The bones, oh, the bones, oh,
They never had such a supper in their life,
And the little ones chewed on the bones, oh.

Adrienne Chesire

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the
bleak December: And each separate
dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; -- vainly
I sought to borrow



Adrienne Chesire

From my books surcease of sorrow ---
sorrow for the lost Lenore
For the rare and radiant maiden whom
the angels name Lenore --
Nameless here for evermore.

From The Raven by E.A. Poe


 
 
(Photos on this page by Phoebe Gloeckner)