There once was a piper named Owen
Who on his bagpipes kept blowin’
…mmmmm… SCREECH skirling wail —
Stirs the heart of the Gael!
Salty like hot dogs (and tears). Sweet like marmalade (and life).
There once was a piper named Owen
Who on his bagpipes kept blowin’
…mmmmm… SCREECH skirling wail —
Stirs the heart of the Gael!
His neighbours dug a hole, for Owen to throw in!
But his neighbors were all sighin’ and moanin’
but did nothing to impress the Samoans
This may offend some:
https://www.jitteryg.com/2023/04/oprah-maybe-its-just-me.html
But it sounds like a rooster crowin’
And Owen keeps blowin’ and goin’
That video made me smile.
And gets their pure Celtic blood flowin’.
Alphabet of Alphabets: Nydam Nursery