Friday, April 21, 2006

Originally posted at www.gaiaonline.com
04/20/2006 2:51 pm

aranel_dior

This Easter song inspired me to choose a rabbit for my signature pet. Enjoy!

'I'd Rather Be A Bunny'

If I could be a bumble bee
And buzz~buzz~buzz from tree to tree,
I’d tell you, “Thank you, no siree!
I’d rather be a bunny!”

If I could be an antelope
And sun myself on a mountain slope,
It might be very nice but “Nope,
I’d rather be a bunny!”

Just like a bunny I’d hippity-hop
(jump on tiptoes)
And wiggle my ears with a flippity-flop.
(flop hands on head)
And make my whiskers go swish~swish
(twitch upper lip)
As I nibble on a carrot, my favorite dish.
(like Bugs Bunny)

If I could be a grizzly bear
And roar at people everywhere,
It might be fun but “I don’t care!
I’d rather be a bunny!”

(Musical Interlude)

If I could be a lion strong
And growl all day as I prowl along,
I still would sing the same ole song,
“I’d rather be a bunny!”

If I could be a robin red
And fly high over people's head,
I know I’d say, “Oh no, instead,
I’d rather be a bunny!”

Just like a bunny I’d hippity-hop
And wiggle my ears with a flippity-flop.
And make my whiskers go swish~swish
As I nibble on a carrot, my favorite dish.

If I could lead the camel pack
And carry a prince on the back of my back,
I’d shake my head, “Alas alack!
I’d rather be a bunny!”

A hippity-hoppity, flippity-floppity
Tummy full of carrots, Bunny!

Hopping around, Aranel
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Sunday, April 16, 2006

   More Easter Lyrics B
After listening to 'Peter Cottontail' and 'Betty Bunny's Birthday Day' and 'Ozzie the Ostrich', I will treat you with the lyrics to 'Marshmellow Bunny'! Enjoy!

"T'was many and many a spring time ago,
I waited so long for the animal show.
To buy me a bunny, I'd saved up for weeks!
But, I woke up with measles all over my cheeks.
"Don't fuss and don't fidget," my grandmother said,
"I'll make you a marshmellow bunny, instead."

"With eyes that are raisin,
Lips that are cherry,
And one button-tail made of blue huckleberry."

"She took all the marshmellows down from the shelf,
And touched them with magic just known to herself.
She put one by one on a barberry twig
With a carrot for ears several inches too big.
Red jellybean feet and green sugarplum hat,
A marshmellow bunny, she made me like that!"

"With eyes that are raisin,
Lips that are cherry,
And one button tail made of blue huckleberry."

I dried all my tears and I smiled with delight.
And grandmother's eyes never twinkled so bright.
"'Tis better," she said, "then a bunny that could,
With a hippity-hop, run away to the wood.
And if you get hungry one night after sup,
Diddle dum diddle di...you can gobble him up."

"With eyes that are raisin,
Lips that are cherry,
And one button tail made of blue huckleberry."

Through many a year, I've remember it yet
Though many a bunny I've raised as a pet.
Not nary a one of them ever could be,
Like the marshmellow bunny, grandmother made me.
He stands there forever in marshmellow white,
And I never, no never, took even one bite!

"With eyes that are raisin,
Lips that are cherry,
And one button tail made of blue huckleberry."

[Any puncuation or spelling mistakes are, of course, mine.]
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What?! Posting again? A
It's Easter Sunday...and I'm nostalgically listening to the children's Easter songs that I've listening to every year for the past 20 years...It's become a tradition! Some of them are quite...unusual...rare...interesting...in one word: amusing

Here's 'Silly Easter Bonnet':

I want the silly Easter bonnet,
With the funny bunny on it,
To wear in the Easter parade.

And though they'll say I look so funny
Wearing a silly-looking bunny,
I'll be the best-dressed gal in the parade.

When they see me all the kids in the parade will stop____
To see the funny bunny going hop hop hop!

I want the silly Easter bonnet,
With the funny bunny on it,
To wear in the Easter parade.

~instrumental interlude~

When they see me all the kids in the parade will stop____
To see the funny bunny going hop hop hop!

I want the silly Easter bonnet,
With the funny bunny on it,
To wear in the Easter parade.

It may look silly,
But it's a dilly.
And it's the only bonnet I have ever made.
I want to wear it, share it, wear it in the Easter parade!

Repeat Again!!
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Thursday, April 6, 2006

   1st Post Ever! (and probably the last you'll ever want to see!)
Why am I posting? Because I have something important to say? Because I'm out of my mind with tiredness and I am not thinking clearly? That was rhetorical! It's currently 1am, but I could say it's really 12am, 'cause I haven't adjusted to the time change yet. It's slowly coming...how many people are still reading this dribble? A show of hands please...one...two... What?! I'm counting my own hands, wise guy! I can't see though a computer screen, you know! I can only read your mind! duh dUH DUH! Right now, you're thinking...yes, yes...very interesting...Don't worry I'll never reveal your secrets to anyone. I'm no snitch. Now down to business, how much will you pay me so that I won't blow the metaphorical whistle? Just kidding! Or am I? Are you willing to wait to find out or how about you pass a little "lettuce" my way? Hmmm...Okay, so my main purpose in writing this...post...was to test the effects of sleepness on my writing...personally, I think it brings out the best in me...or the greedy cynic...or mischievous trickster, at least...I've seen an experiment on tv, in which, the scientists contrasted the effects of sleep deprivation and drunkenness on people driving ability and found comparable deterioration. Very interesting. Believe it or not, when I get really tired my ears and face turn red, and brain feels fuzzy...with a slight headache...That's the closest I'll ever get to being drunk, since I'll never touch a drop of liquor. It's against my religion and if it wasn't I still won't try it. Limiting the access of oxygen to the brain seems foolhardy to me...oh wait...I'm doing something comparable now to my brain. Darn! I best be off to dreamland right away; Sandman, here I come! Last incomprehensible comment of the night...morning(can I guarantee that?): Argh, the salty sand hurts me eyes...I forgot that I hate sand!
~to sleep perchance to dream~
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