Wombat, Mouse, Skeeter, Bigfoot, et. al. (bad gag!) but it reminded me of that great song "All God's Critters Got a Place in the Choir" Probably "Creatures," but I sing "Critters."
I still sing "Fine as Fine Can Be" to my sons (married w/ wives of their own.) I sing it to Mama. I sing it to Memories. Sometimes, I even sing it to just hear the words float and the melody soar. Often I sing it for people who never heard of Gord, just to see any reaction. Some do. Hope.
Regarding your suggestion of Cherrful farorites: Not a bad idea. Old Dan's Records gets me a-cloggin - especially that line about the "78s".
But, to me, I figure it's sorta like Pete Seger quoted from Eccesiastes: "To everything there is a season." Sometimes those seasons aren't Cheerful. Sometime the last thing a body wants to hear is Happy-Whoopie stuff. Other times - let 'er rip.
To limit Ecclesiastes balances would be a sorrow. Same-same Gord's touch.
As a writer of songs myself (albeit unsung) I've never understood (though it's true) how pain comes more vividly and easily than pleasure. The starving artist thing, perhaps.
But here's a cheerful one, for me, tonite - cause I've been blessed clean off my feet today. I sang for a jillion kids this morn on the radio out of Calvary Chapel Costa Mesa.
i'm still suffering from the Pure Joy of it.
Say goodnite, Gracie (Goodnite, Gracie)
The Rez
"Cotton Jenny" - anybody know her?
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I came to Love the Music
Before I came to Be
[Psalm 139:13]
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