Friday Poem
© 17 Feb 2012 Luther Tychonievich
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Friday Poem

The Thunder Hoedown.

 

To be sung to the tune of “‍The Monitor and the Merrimac‍”. See this page for a reasonable rendition of the original song.

Thunder Hoedown

  It’s dancing time again,
  This hoedown we shall win
Despite the weather we shall dance a wonder-o!
  No rain or flashing lights
  Deters us from our rights;
The angels keep the time with mighty thunder-o!

  What ever shall we do,
  A storm is blowing through,
A storm-cloud’s not a good thing to be under-o;
  The thunder rumbles down
  And crumbles all the ground
And so we start to dance the tumbling thunder-o!

  We’ll dance across the rubble
  As lightly as a bubble
With a face like pirates going for the plunder-o
  Then we’ll stagger like we’re stout
  As our arms we flail about
And we’ll clap our hands each time we hear the thunder-o!

  What ever shall we do,
  A storm is blowing through,
A storm-cloud’s not a good thing to be under-o;
  The thunder rumbles down
  And crumbles all the ground
And so we start to dance the tumbling thunder-o!

  But our dance, it won’t last long
  For the lightning’s booming song
Will drift along it’s ever-rushing blunder-o
  And as it fades away
  Every dancer’s sure to say
It was mighty nice to dance around in thunder-o!

  What ever shall we do,
  A storm is blowing through,
A storm-cloud’s not a good thing to be under-o;
  The thunder rumbles down
  And crumbles all the ground
And so we start to dance the tumbling thunder-o!




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