Happy Limerick day

[essayel]

There was a young farmer called Billy
Who was terribly terribly silly.
For when out spreading muck
He would leap in the truck
And hurl it by hand, will-nilly.

ta-daaaaah

Comments

[erised1810.livejournal.com]

i'm a day late but iremember this-one my friend learned at her choir practice. how does onecall a type of song by the way whee one goru pstarts and a few bars later the next group starts up (it'd go a bit liek how it works inthe caro lof the bells if tha makes sense) anyway
there was a yougn woman of rye
wh oate too many apples and died
the apples fremented inside the lamented
and made cider inside her inside

[essayel.livejournal.com]

That type of singing, where groups sing out of synch but it still sounds good, used to be called a round. My favourite had the words:

Whose pigs are these?
Whose pigs are these?
They belong to Johnny Potts.
You can tell them by their spots
And we found them in the vicarage garden.

"cider inside her inside" *giggles*

[erised1810.livejournal.com]

oooh i wantto learn the melody of that-one. it's useless to give you the lyrics of the oensi know. some of them are dutch. otherare i don't know, you might hhappened to know them but not. i knwo we sang frère jacque that way. i swear i once wrote an hp-related limmerick. humph, time to look it up.