rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

No Rain on No Parade

It was May Day, but there was no parade on my street. There were the fading lilies to look at, and the tiny green peaches which, with luck, will soon become big, tasty peaches, and there were birds hanging around whom I suspect of having designs on those peaches. I no longer have cats to guard the fruit from the birds, so even if many of the tiny peaches get large, I'll have to be quick to get any before they are full of pecks.

Out back the number of poppies is growing. The butterflies seem to be especially fond of the poppies. I've seen more of the colorful lepidoptera in the poppy patch than anywhere else in the yard. Perhaps they are opium fiends. Whatever attracts them, I'm enjoying their presence. In fact, I got to spend quite a while outside today, and it was quite pleasant aside from the continued plague of pine pollen. I've found that pine pollen manages to get into the house even when the windows are closed, so there's no point in trying to avoid it by staying indoors. I'll just live with the stuff until it goes away, which should be within a few days.

One thing I won't be doing outdoors is participating in World Naked Gardening Day (thanks for the link to a friends-only poster who shall remain anonymous), for which the rest of you have two days to prepare. As much as I'd like to be able to join in, I must refrain from participating due to my extraordinarily photosensitive skin which would crinkle, turn red, then brown, and then peel off, if exposed to so much direct sunlight, but I expect everyone else to do their part, and then post pictures. Thanks.

My favorite month, by the way. Happy belated May Day.

Also: I am a fish, I swim around.



Let's Do It

Cole Porter


Who has never said a word,
Starts to sing "Spring, spring,"
When the little bluebell,
In the bottom of the dell,
Starts to ring "Ding, ding,"
When the little blue clerk,
In the middle of his work,
Starts a tune to the moon up above,
It is nature, that's all,
Simply telling us to fall
In love.

Birds do it, Bees do it,
Even educated fleas do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
In Spain, the best upper sets do it,
Lithuanians and Letts do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it,
Not to mention the Finns,
Folks in Siam do it,
Think of Siamese twins.
Some Argentines, without means, do it,
People say, in Boston, even beans do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.

The nightingales, in the dark, do it,
Larks, k-razy for a lark, do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
Canaries, caged in the house, do it,
When they're out of season, grouse do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
The most sedate barnyard fowls do it,
When a chanticleer cries,
High-browed old owls do it,
They're supposed to be wise,
Penguins in flocks, on the rocks, do it,
Even little cuckoos, in their clocks do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.

Romantic sponges, they say, do it,
Oysters, down in Oyster Bay, do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
Cold Cape Cod clams, 'gainst their
wish, do it,
Even lazy jellyfish do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
Electric eels, I might add, do it,
Though it shocks 'em, I know.
Why ask if shad do it?
Waiter, bring me shad roe.
In shallow shoals, English soles do it.
Goldfish, in the privacy of bowls, do it.
Let's do it, let's fall in love.

Young whelks and winkles, in pubs, do it.
Little sponges, in their tubs, do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
Cold salmon, quite 'gainst their wish, do it,
Even lazy jellyfish do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
The most select schools of cod do it,
Though it shocks 'em, I fear,
Sturgeon, thank God, do it,
Have some caviar, dear.
In shady shoals, English soles do it,
Goldfish, in the privacy of bowls, do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.

The dragonflies, in the reeds, do it,
Sentimental centipedes do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
Mosquitoes, heaven forbid, do it,
So does ev'ry katydid do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
The most refined lady bugs do it,
When a gentleman calls,
Moths in your rugs, do it,
What's the use of moth balls?
Locusts in trees do it, bees do it,
Even overeducated fleas do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.

The chimpanzees, in the zoos, do it,
Some courageous kangaroos
do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
I'm sure giraffes, on the sly, do it,
Heavy hippopotami do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.
Old sloths who hang down from
twigs do it,
Though the effort is great,
Sweet guinea pigs do it,
Buy a couple and wait.
The world admits bears in pits do it,
Even pekineses in the Ritz, do it,
Let's do it, let's fall in love.



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