performance art

well, tonight, we all sat around the bon~fire that jert piled up with brush and trimmings. it's a family tradition, that when the kids all get together, they light up the bon~fire and sit and visit. in the morning, his youngest son must return to the coast {coast guard, doncha know, uhm...yeah, so coast bound he is!} and the sturgis south weekend is drawing to a close. ideal time to burn the brush and also to set up the telescope and puzzle the constellations and see the sites.

jert sang out the song below for the "kids" {they're all adults, so it wasn't like there were chaste ears present}. the lyrics are compliments of bob saget {thet ain't ri'ight, hit jest aint}.


Old English Folk Song Lyrics

There was an old farmer, who sat on a rock
Stroking his whiskers and shaking his

Fist at his neighbors, who sat on their wricks
Teaching their children, to play with their

Kite strings and marbles in the old days of yore
Along came a lady who looked like

A decent young lady and walked like a duck
Said she discovered, a new way to

Bring up the children to sew and to knit
The boys in the stables where shoveling up

Contents of stables left after the hunt
The car man was feeling a nice piece of

Straw from the stables, cleaning the walls
In came the dairy maid to play with his

Dog in the dairy where she did belong
If you think this is dirty well your fucking well wrong.