Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Big Dude, Little Umbrella

There's something disturbing about this photograph. It must be because:

a. Jerry needs a bigger umbrella.

b. The umbrella needs a smaller man.

c. It's not raining but full of sun.

d. He's sitting in a N.C. State red folding chair.

e. All of the above.

If you answered "e" you get 100%! Gold star for you! (And $5!)

For some reason I feel like watching Mary Poppins.

Chim chiminey Chim chiminey Chim chim cher-ee! A sweep is as lucky As lucky can be  Chim chiminey Chim chiminey Chim chim cher-oo! Good luck will rub off when  I shake 'ands with you Or blow me a kiss And that's lucky too  Now as the ladder of life 'As been strung You may think a sweep's On the bottommost rung  Though I spends me time In the ashes and soot In this 'ole wide world  There's no 'appier bloke  Up where the smoke is  All billered and curled 'Tween pavement and stars Is the chimney sweep world  When the's 'ardly no day  Nor 'ardly no night There's things 'alf in shadow And 'alf way in light On the roof tops of London  Coo, what a sight!  I choose me bristles with pride Yes, I do A broom for the shaft And a broom for the flume  Though I'm covered with soot  From me 'ead to me toes A sweep knows 'e's welcome Wherever 'e goes  Chim chiminey Chim chiminey Chim chim cher-ee! When you're with a sweep You're in glad company  No where is there  A more 'appier crew Than them wot sings "Chim chim cher-ee Chim cher-oo!" On the chim chiminey Chim chim cher-ee  Chim cher-oo!