Oh, these lusty days of May!
Beth, the farm girl sings all day,
Tra-la, la la, la lah la la.
Cute she is and without care,
Her voice peals sweet and clear,
Tra-la, la la, la lah la la.
Farmhand Hank offers her a kiss--
That’s one the milk cow would not miss,
But Beth sings, tra-la, la la la.
Ben, another idle would-be lover,
He blows a kiss--she runs for cover,
Tra-la, la la, la lah la la,
She hides among Alfalfa hay,
Then beckons Jack, “Come this-a-way,”
Tra-la, la la, la lah la la.
Nine month have passed, her belly round,
Of tra-la-la one hears no peep, no sound.
Well, there you have it; tra-la-la-la-la.
Comments
For further notice...
I know the time difference is probably a couple of hours,
but you seem to have gained a couple of months!
I'll forgive the sense of time difference, because of the funny tone
of the poem and the lesson learned. Stay out of the Alfalfa Hay with Jack!
I shall inform all of the young milkmaids I know, that singing Tra-la, la la
la lah la la with Jack in the haystacks, is forbidden! Funny stuff! ~ Geez.
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Hi, Sir Geez;
there is no sin on the farm, things happen naturally in a rural environment, and I don't mean "self-impregnation." Thank you for accepting my cheerful tra-la la-lah-la song, kind sir.
Jerry/van
Enjoyed your parable Jerry -
Enjoyed your parable Jerry - If you play in the hay, you may pay a price one day! Well crafted - thanks for sharing this.
Cheers
Well said, Michael;
"If you play in the hay, you may pay a price some day." Yep, let that by the word for today, lol. Thank you for those words of wisdom. I must pass them on to Beth---oops, too late. Thanks Michael.
Jerry (Van)
hi there
I second Michael Anthony. Well crafted. And funny!!! Tra-la-la-dee-dah
Hi Emili;
thank you fo liking my silly Tra-la-la-dee-dah, or as it goes. You and Michael have good taste, just like me. lol. Thanks,
Jerry (Van)
To VanRyan
You're welcome. We all need praise.
Thanks again, Emili;
Yeah, I prefer praise over smelly cod fish; don't you? Thanks again, Em.
Jerry (van)