Looks like our good member buddy Caleb who is an avid fan of Cello music gave my pet dog Scarby some CD music to listen to over the weekend and now he is hooked on cello's!!!
I'd rather Scarby be listening to stringed instruments then harping all the time about how we should go to Celtic concerts and throw water balloons from the first row at the guys on stage wearing kilts!!
Not only is Scarby into listening to Cello music but just today he got together with a few other neighborhood creatures and is starting up a garage Cello Rock band--the name he is calling it is "Stringer and the Spegatti O's!!
Of course Scarby is playing the Cello with an electric box inside to make it sound very percushiony!!
The first song he has learned to play is the classic Cello hit--There's Always Room For Cello!!
Here are the lyrics for those of you who could care less but don't have anything else to do with your time but waste a few more minutes until your microwave dinner hits the done timer!!
There's Always Room For Cello Lyrics:
When I wake every morning half past a quarter to five I get to thinking what would it be like if I was a Bee in a Bee Hive!
I would buzz all around looking for a place to land, I would stick in my stinger into the mailman's hand;
He would hoop and holler for relief from all the pain, I would smile and laugh and say "no pain no gain!
Then he would come and swat at me with a bulk of his handbag mail; I would just streak on by his face and say "do you want another piece of my tail?
He would get mad and throw a 4th class box at me and it would miss and land real hard on the cement; then he discovered that it was a cello instrument inside and it left more then a dent!
I could see from above that he was upset as he took a long branch from the tree; he was thinking that it could be a giant flyswatter as he came huntin' all over for me!
I gave him a head start as I flew on the porch swing and stared directly into his eyes; while he leaned back and swung that branch and took the chain right off the bench sling!
I laughed so hard at his struggle to get even that I caused my stinger to get stuck in a seat cushion; and just as I was tugging on my other end he took a rolled paper and hit me so hard it gave me a concussion;
I fell off the swing and onto the floor and the mailman took his foot and was ready to make me into a paste; but then I looked up at him with sweat on my brow and let out a phart from left over waste;
He started to laugh at the suddenness of the sound and in fact the whole situation got turned all around; he picked me up and started to call me a good fellow;
And I just looked at the broken boxed up instrument on the ground and said, There is always room for Cello!!!!
That's it's everybody!!
I am not sure if this will be a hit on the radio but if you make a copy of this on paper it will do more then good to line your parrots cage at the bottom~!
The moral of this story is that you can always make enemies but it takes guts to turn an enemy into a best friend- but I hear money can make even that happen!!!
