Amidst the mists and coldest frost,
With stoutest fists and loudest boasts
He thrusts his wrists against the post
And still insists he sees the ghosts.
I see the fnords!
pining for the fjords
It’s not pining, it’s passed on. This parrot is no more! It has ceased to be. It’s expired and gone to meet its maker.This is a late parrot. It’s a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace. If you hadn’t nailed it to the perch it would be pushing up the daisies. It’s rung down the curtain and joined the choir invisible. This is an ex-parrot.
Notlob, tut, Bolton.
Bolton bolton bolton,
though the streams are swolton,
Keep them dogies rolton,
Rawhide.
etc.
gibberish
Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!
Ring a dong! hop along! Fal lal the willow!
Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
backup generator
Don’t get your back up.
I’m not bovvered. Are you bovvered?
Be vewwy vewwy quiet. We’we hunting wabbits!
Elmer
Glue
white
tiger
Tyger, tyger, burning bright…
In the forests of the night;
A Night To Remember