Quote:
Originally posted by Pretty Little Flower
The wren, the wren, the king of all birds,
On St. Stephen's Day was caught in the furze,
Up with the penny and down with the pan,
Give us a penny to bury the wren.
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Ha, an ironic invokation of that classic lilt, but your third line is wrong. It should be:
"So, up with the kettle and down with the pan"
What the hell is wrong with you??!!??
Anyhoo, I have been reminiscing on the season and on this snow filled blustery winter's day I am reminded of a snippet, if you will, of Hank Thoreau's, “A Winter Walk” and thought I would share....
In winter we lead a more inward life. Our hearts are warm and cheery, like cottages under drifts, whose windows and doors are half concealed, but from whose chimneys the smoke cheerfully ascends.... We enjoy now, not an Oriental, but a Boreal leisure, around warm stoves and fireplaces, and watch the shadow of motes in the sunbeams.
Indeed.
peace, good friends, peace.
Penske
