THE GLORIOUS PIPES OF THE MAN FROM BURBINGHAM
nestled gently in a beautiful little clearing somewhere deep inside the playful rolling hills and dreamy , timeless streams that wander up , down , and all around the magical little town of orrville , there stands a deer . . but not just any deer . . oh no , boys ‘n girls , this was a very special dear . . a very special , white-tailed deer . . a very special , magical , white-tailed deer , to be precise . . and a very good friend indeed . . . and oh , here’s a little kiss for you too my little . . chirp . . chirp . . chirp . . and so it was as it came to pass , that all the little kids thought that they too might just take a moment out from their very important mission to drop in on little miss starstruck . . why that’s me , ain’t it
. . . you know our little miss starstruck , eh , once she gets goin’ there’s practically no stoppin’ her . . . and now that her mom was comin’ to town . . well you can imagine , you could hardly get a word in edgewise
so let’s join her then , and all her dreamy . . . . . . . . . . . a couple of gentle mourning doves . . . . . . three little bushy-tailed furballs snoozin’ peacefully up there in a tree . . . . . . big red , a roving woodpecker reporter . . his helpful little son . . . and of course , nanabohzo , their wise old blue jay companion . . whoo’d just love to look in on her
. . . in past a wonderful winter wonderland of sugar-coated , candy-floss boughs . . . past the magical old wishing well . . the crooked old bird feeder , and all the sleeping daffodils , tulips , bleeding hearts ‘n lady slippers down there by the stream . . . past silly old uncle albert , the gnarled old grapevine , who’d still love to joke ‘n laugh as he hugged all the pretty little daisies on the brown , green , red ‘n honey black forest coockoo clock shutters . . . past the delightful aroma of all her favourite herbs ‘n spices . . all the tender loving memories tucked oh so neatly away in the little ole george harrison record by the fireplace . . . a glowing decanter of slow , ripe old , elderberry wine . . past a secret little basket of pfeffernüsse , honey hearts , and tiny little mandarin oranges . . . all kinds of nuts , a twist of good old fashioned barber pole andy candy , and last but not least , past suzanna , alana , and cindy lou , her lovely little begonia , snap dragon , ‘n african violet chums , who’d just love to go BOO , ’n then smile right back at lil’ ole you , all perched out there on the warm old golden pine window sills , of the darling little gingerbread house , that still stands on the same spot , by the great old pine , just as it did when her great great grandfather . . . . .
. . . and just in time too to catch her washing all the silly , frilly , lil’ lily pictures on her teensy , weensy , wittle , wedgewood dishes , the gorgeous georgian silver she’d inherited from crazy old chief looking glass , who in turn had traded it for his beautiful daughter in a wild , romantic , ceremonial wedding out there on the bay , oh so many moons ago , to put it mildly . . . a rowdy little gang of bright little cosmic communicators . . and . . SPLASH . . oh my goodness , what was that . . OF COURSE . . of course how could i have forgotten our dear old buddy kermit , and his daily splashdown with all his little ceramic frog friends . . including , none other than . . you got it . . his very own favourite girlfriend , fat bertha , all stretched out there , ‘n wearing nothin’ but a pair of dark sunglasses . . because . . now musn’t we . . as she practices the bran new story she’s made up special for her dear old mom , with chi chi her faithful little budgie bird