Song of The Month / November
Well, we're all living dangerously these days, so I figure, why not actually post myself singing one of my own songs a capella? So, if any are so inclined, you can learn the tune directly from me. This is one of a handful of songs for which I've also composed the tune that goes with the words, not just written new words to someone else's tune.
This song (formerly comic poem) came into being during an election that - in comparison to this 2020 one - would NOT have been a sign of a grim future. Everything is relative, of course, and hindsight is 2020. I also think we'll find that 2020 is the Year of Hindsight. I'm just hoping there's some foresight going around, too. Otherwise, waiting for the flying saucers to come and airlift some of us to anywhere else, might be our last best option.!
The Saga of Dinky Dunphy
THE SAGA OF DINKY DUNPHY
Patricia A. Leslie ©2020
Dinky Dunphy was just a kid,
One of the gang, never knew what he did.
Dreamed of heroics, dreamed of big things;
Hankered for phasers and magical rings.
Hankered for phasers and magical rings.
Refrain:
Oh, Dinky Dunphy, Wo, Dinky Dunphy,
Oh, Dinky Dunphy, Dinky, Dinky, Dinky, Dinky, Dunphy!
One day Dunphy wandered alone,
Lingered in sand-lot, and kicked at a stone.
Spotted by saucer, was lifted aloft;
Tingled while going, but landing was soft.
Tingled while going, but landing was soft.
Refrain:
Oh, Dinky Dunphy, Wo, Dinky Dunphy,
Oh, Dinky Dunphy, Dinky, Dinky, Dinky, Dinky, Dunphy!
Right off, Dunphy held out his hand,
“Happy to see this here saucer is manned!”
Alien bug-eyes gibbered in fear,
Zapped Dinky Dunphy, and melted his ear.
Zapped Dinky Dunphy, and melted his ear.
Refrain:
Oh, Dinky Dunphy, Wo, Dinky Dunphy,
Oh, Dinky Dunphy, Dinky, Dinky, Dinky, Dinky, Dunphy!
Dinky Dunphy was later found
Wandering dazed in the city playground.
Mother got frantic, called the police,
“What’s left of his ear’s - a small spot of grease!”
“What’s left of his ear’s - a small spot of grease!”
Refrain:
Oh, Dinky Dunphy, Wo, Dinky Dunphy,
Oh, Dinky Dunphy, Dinky, Dinky, Dinky, Dinky, Dunphy!
Taking Dunphy to question him,
Scientists learned that the future looked grim.
No, buddy, not from his alien burns;
Simply switched on the election returns.
Simply switched on the election returns.
Simply switched on the election returns.
(Repeat at will)
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Copyright 2020 Patricia A. Leslie