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Lyr req: Bullshit [answered]
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Subject: Bullshit From: GUEST,Folkus Date: 22 Jun 00 - 04:26 AM Help please Anyone know a "song" set on a cold winter day telling of a "wee bird" that ate some bull droppings and flew up a tree so content that "round and round the greenwoods rang to the happy notes of the wee birds sang" A passing small boy with sling and careful aim ends the happy scene. The moral is to keep quite "if it was bullshit that got you to the top of the tree"
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Subject: RE: Bullshit From: sophocleese Date: 22 Jun 00 - 12:29 PM Folkus, I'm sorry I don't know the song in question but I'm hoping someone else does, it sounds fascinating. |
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Subject: RE: Bullshit From: wysiwyg Date: 22 Jun 00 - 12:34 PM There is also a joke that would go well with this in performance, which I cannot quite recall, but the punchline is, "If the Foo shits, wear it." The Foo being a bird..... Anyone? ~S~ PS, Folkus, GREAT MONIKER. |
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Subject: RE: Bullshit From: SINSULL Date: 22 Jun 00 - 04:12 PM I heard: A little bird was enjoying the summer so much up north that when the others left to fly south he decided to hang around a bit. Finally, the fall chill set in and he took off for Florida but winter set in quickly and he was caught in sleet and hail and wind and fell to the ground to die. But he landed in a farmer's field where the cows had been put out to pasture. And as luck would have it, one large bull dumped a giant load of shit on him. It was disgusting but the bird was warm and cozy and revived. He was so happy that he began to chirp and sing attracting the attention of the farmer's cat which pounced on the bird and ate him up.
The moral of the story: 1. Not everyone who shits on you is an enemy. Now somebody set it to music. |
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Subject: RE: Bullshit From: Metchosin Date: 22 Jun 00 - 06:52 PM This song is either in the Digitrad somewhere or buried in an old thread, because I remember seeing it here and because I have only been hanging about since last October, that might narrow it down or jog someone's memory........hopefully......I've looked but can't find it. |
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Subject: RE: Bullshit From: MAmie Date: 22 Jun 00 - 08:58 PM The Joke about the Foo, as I recall it, was about 3 men out walking and the Foo shits on the first, he washes it off and dies and so with the second. Same thing happens to the third guy but he "wears it". Thus the moral, if the Foo shits wear it. (And people in glass houses shouldn't stow thrones...) |
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Subject: RE: Bullshit From: rangeroger Date: 22 Jun 00 - 09:01 PM Praise, the joke was about the Foo bird shitting on someone's shoulder.When he wiped it off his shoulder fell off. rr |
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Subject: RE: Bullshit From: rangeroger Date: 22 Jun 00 - 09:28 PM MAmie,I guess we were posting at the same time. You told it better> rr |
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Subject: RE: Bullshit From: bflat Date: 22 Jun 00 - 09:39 PM Didn't the late Gamble Rodgers do a song about this? |
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Subject: RE: Bullshit From: Mrrzy Date: 22 Jun 00 - 09:49 PM Something to the tune of Born Free... |
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Subject: RE: Bullshit From: Mark Cohen Date: 22 Jun 00 - 10:22 PM The other story, as I heard it, is about the king of a mythical country in Africa, who had a very valuable throne. When he left on a long trip he had his throne put upstairs in the palace, which was the only two-story grass house in the country. Of course, when he came back the throne had fallen through the ceiling and done some other damage, and his advisers reprimanded him that people who live in grass houses shouldn't stow thrones. Our British friends will recognize this form as one popularized on the BBC's "My Word" program, where two of the panelists (always the two men, of course, Frank Muir and Dennis James) were given a phrase at the beginning of the program and had to concoct such a story by the end. One I don't think they ever did is "Silly Rabbi, kicks are for Trids." Sorry, Folkus, I think I've helped creep this thread into the ground. Aloha, Mark |
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Subject: RE: Bullshit From: Willie-O Date: 22 Jun 00 - 10:42 PM There were actually three morals to that bird-in-shit joke. The second (middle) one being: "Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend." Willie-O |
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Subject: RE: Bullshit From: The Walrus at work Date: 23 Jun 00 - 09:01 AM >Our British friends will recognize this form as one >popularized on the BBC's "My Word" program, where two of >the panelists (always the two men, of course, Frank Muir >and Dennis James) were given a phrase at the beginning >of the program and had to concoct such a story by the >end. Mark, I think you'll find it was the loate Frank Muir and Dennis Norden (who is still doing the rounds).
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Subject: RE: Bullshit From: late 'n short Date: 23 Jun 00 - 11:42 AM and while we're at it, let's be sure not to leave "any tern unstoned" |
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Subject: RE: Bullshit From: rangeroger Date: 23 Jun 00 - 09:53 PM And the astronauts who found the star-mangled spanner rr |
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Subject: RE: Bullshit From: SINSULL Date: 23 Jun 00 - 10:14 PM Flip Wilson did the stow the thrones one in the 70s along with I 've come to seize her berry not to praise it. And then there is the Key Bird who flies in ever diminishing circles until it flies up its own butt and cries Key Key Keyrist it's dark up here. Apologies to all. SS |
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Subject: RE: Bullshit From: GUEST,Folkus Date: 21 Aug 12 - 06:09 AM still on the trail.... a friend has suggested that the song I am looking for is by Watt Nicoll - "Wee Bird" Does anyone have the lyrics or know where I can check Many thanks "Folkus" |
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Subject: RE: Bullshit From: My guru always said Date: 21 Aug 12 - 06:32 AM Is there any chance that a MudElf could adjust the Title to Lyr Req with something more appropriate? -------------------------Done. MudElf--------------------------- |
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Subject: RE: Bullshit From: ClaireBear Date: 21 Aug 12 - 02:54 PM Perhaps you could ask Watt Nicoll? His telephone number and a contact form are both on his website, here. Had no joy searching for the lyrics or an available recording online. Good luck! Claire |
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Subject: RE: Lyr. req. : Bullshit From: GUEST,Friseal Date: 12 Aug 13 - 11:37 AM I had this on an album in the 1970s called "5,227,706 Scotsmen Can't Be Wrong!" I was about 10 years old but listened to it over and over again. I can't remember all the lyrics, but this is what I can remember: A wee bird sat in a tree A sad wee fluffy broon bird wis he And he wis wee, and no like a bull Who didnae care if the weather wis cruel – which it wis. A big bull came and donnert past, and left a heap of "you know" lying in the grass Noo the wind wis cauld and the stuff looked hot "I wunner whit it tastes like", the wee bird thought. So he hopped off the branch to try a bit Looks like - Smells like - Tastes like - haggis! ... round and round the greenwoods rang to the happy notes of the wee birds sang ... A wee boy passing ... And killed it deid wi' a dirty big stane There's a moral here - so pay heid Shut yer mouoh afore ye drap doon deid Never shoot yer mouth aff nae matter who ye be If it was bullshit that got you tae the tap o' the tree. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Add. : Bullshit From: GUEST Date: 14 Aug 13 - 09:03 PM Ok - my brother filled in the remaining lyrics Wee Bird - Matt Nicoll A wee bird sat in a tree A sad wee fluffy broon bird wis he And he wis wee, and no like a bull Who didnae care if the weather wis cruel – which it wis. The wee bird chirped and the bull went moo As bulls sometimes do Ye see a coo is what the English call a cow If this had a been an English bull it would have went "mow" But it wis a Scottish bull so it went "moo" Which is a load o' bull for "how dae ye do?" So as it went and donnert past, it left a heap of "you know" lying on the grass Noo the wind wis cauld and the stuff looked hot "I wunner whit it tastes like", the wee bird thought. So he hopped off the branch to try a bit Looks like ... Smells like ... Tastes like ... haggis! It steamed right in and ate its fu' and up tae the topmost branch it flew Round and round the greenwoods rang To the happy notes o' that wee birds sang A wee boy passing took careful aim And he killed it deid wi' a dirty big stane There's a moral here - so pay heid Afore ye drap doon deid Never shoot yer mouth aff nae matter who ye be If it was bullshit that got you tae the tap o' the tree. |
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