Three Kitties

Tuesday, 4 March 2025 15:48
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"Three Kitties"

Lyrics by Susanna R. A. Miller

TTTO: Three Babies by Sinéad O'Connor

Each of these
My three kitties
I will carry with me
For myself
I ask only to see
Another like these three

As a friend
All I did intend
All I ever wanted to be
Water and food
Toys and a box with hood
Are things that I will keep ready

In my heart
We never did really part
I have wrapped your warm memories around me, oooooh
The fur on you
The purr of you
Will always be with me

Each of these
My three kitties
I never wanted to leave
Though I cried
Hoped and denied
In the Rainbow Bridge I do believe

Each of these
My kitties
Have brought love and joy to me
Rough tongues and perfect claws
Your needs and kneading paws
Shaped what I've chosen to be

And it's cause you've known me
Taught me and shown me
New things I never had dreamed, oooooh
The fur on you
The purr of you
Will always be with me

Each of these
My three kitties
I now carry with me
For myself
I ask that soon I may see
Another like these three
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The words "Canton" and "Miranda" made me write this.

The Villain of Canton

lyrics by Susanna R. A. Miller
ttto: The Hero of Canton, a.k.a. Jayne's Song, from "Firefly"


Pain! The one who caused pain!
She poached someone's pet in this Ohio town,
We bound her by law and required she stand down,
Our case 'gainst her now ain't hard to explain,
The villain of Canton, the one who's insane...

Now, Canton ain't nothin' like Ulthar
where no one may harm a feline,
And those there who tried, first they failed then they died
while the moggies mewed "Vengeance is mine",

That's where we come in, carrying badges,
'Cause cats are protected by law,
And so we came on, with our cameras turned on,
So the jury can see what we saw,

She poached someone's pet in this Ohio town,
We bound her by law and required she stand down,
Our case 'gainst her now ain't hard to explain,
The villain of Canton, the one who's insane...

We're trained to proceed with compassion
toward the unlucky folk that we find,
who through blue-glovèd plots or through Pax or through what
are no longer in their right mind,

We read her her rights very calm-like
though her deed seemed sadistic and crazed,
But did she understand us when we said "Miranda"? for her eyes got all filmy and glazed?

She poached someone's pet in this Ohio town,
We bound her by law and required she stand down,
Our case 'gainst her now ain't hard to explain,
The villain of Canton, the one who's insane...
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So Blind Lemming Chiffon, a famous filker,
posted this writing prompt back in August 2021:

"Free song idea for someone with less good taste than I.

A parody of “There Ain’t No Bugs on Me” (look it up if you don’t know it) about an Ivermectin user."


Ivermectin Blues
Verses 1 and 4 (and title) by Blind Lemming Chiffon.
Verses 2, 3, and 5 by Susanna R. A. Miller.

ttto: There Ain't No Bugs On Me (traditional)

There ain’t no worms in me, no no.
There ain’t no worms in me.
There ain’t no worms, just Covid germs.
There ain’t no worms in me.

There ain't no mask on me, no no,
there ain't no mask on me;
ain't got no mask, in germs I bask,
hey have some germs for free!

There ain't no vax in me, no no,
there ain't no vax in me;
ain't got no vax nor science facts,
nor common decency!

There ain’t no beds for you - ha ha
There ain’t no beds for you.
We’re intubated,
And as I stated,
There ain’t no beds for you.

There ain't no life in me, no no,
there ain't no life in me;
once a virus host, now I'm a ghost
and COVID casualty!

My Cats and I

Tuesday, 20 August 2024 14:01
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My Cats And I
lyrics by Susanna R. A. Miller
TTTO: The Sun Whose Rays (by Arthur Sullivan)

The cat whose fur conceals a purr of pleasant soft vibration
Eschews all rant and cultist cant and spiteful cruel oration,
He never schemes to crush my dreams to fuel a frail vanity,
His heart is pure; his meow secure, he knows he's a good kitty:

||: He won't dictate my rôles, nor even try,
We're friends and kindred souls, my cat and I. :||


Observe the claws upon the paws of Her Most Feline Highness:
Although thus armed, she does no harm, remaining quietly crimeless;
Only just cause within the laws gives reason to extend them,
Should feckless wights attack her rights, then know she *will* defend them,

||: Alert and fearless souls, we are not shy;
We're headed to the polls, my cats and I. :||

I Need A Frederic

Wednesday, 19 July 2023 18:54
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I Need A Frederic

Lyrics by Susanna R. A. Miller

TTTO: I Need A Hero

Where have all the tenors gone, oh where are all the leads?
Where's the action gentleman who knows just what this maiden needs?
Isn't there a swashbuckler beneath a mighty sail?
Late at night I toss and turn and dream of his pitiful tale:

I need a Frederic,
I'm holding out for an ingenue who'll take heart with me,
He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be tall
And he's gotta be fresh from the sea


Somewhere there's a lovely lad who's duty's willing slave,
Somewhere just beyond this coast sails a hero so young and so brave,
Someone who will pledge his love to a maiden, however plain,
It's gonna take a miracle, I'll say it again and again:

I need a Frederic,
I'm holding out for an ingenue who'll take heart with me,
He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be tall
And he's gotta renounce piracy,

Where the rocky mountain overlooks the glassy sea
I could swear that there's someone hiding out there and he's watching me,
Through the sounds of the birds and the breeze and my sisters' song,
I can feel his presence, tell me I'm not wrong:

I need a Frederic,
I'm holding out for a hero whom King Neptune will bring,
He's gotta be strong and he's gotta be tall
And he's gotta act, dance, and sing,

I NEED A FREDERIC!
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Writing a rhyming paraphrase translation of "In Paradisum" (from the Requiem Mass) is probably unremarkable. Setting it to the tune of "Into Parliament" (from Sullivan's Iolanthe) is probably uncalled-for. Anyway, I had to get it out of my system.



1. Henceforth angel choirs lead thee,
straight into the Holy City,
There, where Lazarus needs no alms,
Martyrs greet with open arms.
Into Paradise thou shalt go,
welcomed to the New Jerusalem,
welcomed to the bosom of Abraham,
Into Paradise, into Paradise, Paradise, Paradise thou shalt go, into Paradise thou shalt go.

2. Lamb of God who takes away
all our sins, to thee we pray,
grant them rest and mercy show,
that into Paradise they may go.
Into Paradise they shall go,
welcomed to the New Jerusalem,
welcomed to the bosom of Abraham,
Into Paradise, into Paradise, Paradise, Paradise they shall go, into Paradise they shall go.

Uptown Rats

Sunday, 10 July 2022 22:57
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Uptown Rats

(ttto: Billy Joel's "Uptown Girl")

Uptown rats
They've been living in their uptown flats
I bet they've never had some backstreet chow
I bet their momma never told them how
I'm searching now for some uptown rats
They've been living safe from mutts and cats
As long as any rodent's ever been
But now I'm looking for their uptown genes
That's what I mean
And when I take just the ends of their tai-ai-ails
Then I can follow their ancestors' tra-ai-ails
I'll read their DNA
That's the way
I can say that they're uptown rats
That no one's seen in downtown habitats
They stay in areas they call their own
They never migrate through the midtown zone
Now it is known
Uptown rats
My uptown ra-a-ats...


(Written in 2017, based on this science news: https://www.theatlantic.com/science/archive/2017/11/rats-of-new-york/546959/ )
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Note: This is a parody of "The Orange and the Green", obviously,
but the tune is "The Wearing of the Green" which is a little different.


 
 
A Song of Fin and Claw

lyrics by Susanna R. A. Miller, ttto: The Wearing of the Green

O it is the biggest mixup you've ever seen, by far,
My papa was from Innsmouth and my mama from Ulthar.
Though papa prefers swimming to walking down the street,
My mama favours firm dry land beneath her padded feet.
I know not how at first they met, but love is love, you see,
And they loved one another, and now they both love me,
And we do a lot of travelling by boat and motorcar
To visit all our relatives in Innsmouth and Ulthar.

My papa taught me how to swim with tiger strength and speed,
My mama taught me stealth and spring so I could hunt and feed.
Though farm and likewise garden gave nourishment to me,
I never tasted seafood for it might be family.
I met a wandering human, and he took me by the paw,
And he said "You're not alone my friend, for under Nature's law
many creatures live on landscapes and in aquatic scenes,
like frogs and toads and ducks and geese and seagulls and Marines."

But now that I am almost grown, with almost-grownup fears,
A distant eerie sound surrounds my keen and furry ears.
I woke up late this morning with eldritch aches and ills,
My whiskers look like barbels and my throat it feels like gills.
 - O mama dear, o can you hear the ocean's urgent call
that tells me I must live with Pa if I'm to live at all?
 - O don't be sad, my kitten; the seas are yours by right,
And ours is a dreaming city, you can visit every night!
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 Bast's Kittens
 
Lyrics by Susanna R. A. Miller
 
ttto: I Sing A Song Of The Saints Of God
 
I sing a song of the cats of Bast, graceful and swift and warm, 
Who love their Goddess so beautiful, in feline or human form, 
And one was a tiger, and one was a Mau, and one was the great gruff Colonel Meow,
They are all Her kittens - o, would I knew how, Bast willing, to be one too.
 
They walk by night with eyes aglow, 
their senses are keen and fine, 
Their fangs and claws and eloquent tails 
are truly, truly divine,
And one was Elsa, and one was her cub, and one was Grumpy, and one was Bub, 
and o, how I wish I could join that club, Bast willing, and be one too.
 
They love their Goddess and She loves them,  who roar and mew and purr,
And She loves Her human children so kind to their siblings with paws and fur, 
And one fosters kittens, and one rescues strays, and one volunteers with the SPCA, 
And if I do such good deeds I may, Bast willing, then be one too.

Wear a Mask

Monday, 14 December 2020 19:05
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Wear a Mask

Lyrics by S.R.A. Miller

TTTO: Be Our Guest

Wear a mask, wear a mask, that's the simple thing we ask,
feed your passion for high fashion and perform a civic task,
Black or grey, blue chambray, wear a different one each day,
Skulls and roses, mouths and noses should be covered all the way,
Use your head, don't get dead, don't allow those germs to spread, 
Stop those droplets ere they travel through the air,
Protect the public health as you protect yourself,
Wear a mask! wear a mask! show you care!

Pastel tints, retro chintz, boldly geometric prints,
Be a style leader while you heed a kindest, helpfullest of hints,
Cartoon mice, cards and dice, double layers are so nice,
Gears and sprockets, filter pockets, all at reasonable price,
Use your head, don't get dead, don't allow those germs to spread, 
Stop those droplets ere they travel through the air,
Protect the public health as you protect yourself,
Wear a mask! wear a mask! show you care!

100 Masks

Monday, 7 December 2020 21:11
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 100 Masks
 
Lyrics by Susanna R. A. Miller
Tune: "I'm Gonna Be" by The Proclaimers
 
 
When I wash up, well I know I'm gonna be
quietly singing "Happy birthday, dear you",
When I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be
masked and sanitised and distancing for you.
If I get drunk, I know where I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna drink at home and never with a crowd
And when I sober up, I know where I'm gonna be
I'll be somewhere spreading germs is not allowed

And I would mask 100 days
And I would mask 100 more
Just to be the man who wears the mask
to keep the virus from your door

When I'm working, I'm gonna wear my PPE,
I'm gonna be the Essential Worker, safe and clean
Every day now, I'll be careful as can be,
'Cause we don't know where the rest of us have been
When I come home (when I come home) well I know I'm gonna be
I'll be coming home to hang out just with you
And if I grow-old (when I grow-old) well I know I'm gonna be
telling all those kids of what we had to do

 
And I would mask 100 days
And I would mask 100 more
Just to be the man who wears the mask
to keep the virus from your door

Da da da (da da da)
Da da da (da da da)
Da da da dun diddle un diddle uh da (x2)

 
When I'm lonely, yeah I know I'm gonna be,
I'm gonna text and Zoom and Facetime every friend
And when I'm dreaming, yeah I know I'm gonna dream
about the time when this pandemic meets its end
When I go out (when I go out) well I'm gonna wait and see
I'm gonna test and await results in quarantine
And when I come home (when I come home) yes I know I'm gonna be
thanking scientists for their work on the vaccine

And I would mask 100 days
And I would mask 100 more
Just to be the man who wears the mask
to keep the virus from your door
 
Da da da (da da da)
Da da da (da da da)
Da da da dun diddle un diddle uh da
 
Thank the doctors (thank the doctors)
Thank the nurses (thank the nurses)
Heed their wisdom, heed their counsel, heroes all
 
Thank the scientists (thank the scientists)
Thank the lab techs (thank the lab techs)
Doctors, nurses, paramedics, thank them all

And I would mask 100 days
And I would mask 100 more
Just to be the man who wears the mask
to keep the virus from your door

And I would wear 100 masks
and I would wear 100 more...


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My mistress never goes about unarmed: 
she stalks in silence, lovely daggers sheathed, 
until they must be drawn in self-defence 
or quest for rightful prey. She hones her skills, 
likewise her weaponry, while safe at home 
in playful masque, a pageant of the hunt, 
a game of game, a tournament and joust.
How may I praise her speed and stealth and strength , 
her velvet grace, her eighteenfold attack, 
her parries and ripostes, her coups de grâce, 
her battlefield calligraphy, her martial art? 
A lioness she, a goddess great of power, 
She is the warrior-queen that none can best, 
as mine own hands that serve her do attest.

In memory of Spooky, 1997-2014

Gordon Cole

Saturday, 14 July 2018 21:04
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They didn't bring a plan, but have one now.  They started with a plan, but now have none. These statements both are true: a paradox, a contradiction otherwise explained. Official, unofficial, then and now: it all must be remembered, like the life of Laura - maybe one should say "the lives"? - and all the other less-than-lucky girls. 

As ancient seekers answered calls unknown, a modern man may listen to the stars and master time and space in secret ways, or testify to what the dead may say. Whatever he can hear, among the trees, consider now what else our Gordon sees.

Peas

Sunday, 8 July 2018 01:13
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Peas

Lyrics by Susanna R. A. Miller
Tune: "Goober Peas" (traditional)

Seen them at the grocer’s, just the other day,
Natural and wholesome, cooked as a purée,
Favoured by taste-testers who come up to my knees:
Four-and-twenty toddlers, eatin’ Gerber peas.

CHORUS: Peas, peas, peas, peas, eatin’ Gerber peas;
Four-and-twenty toddlers, eatin’ Gerber peas.

Visited the dentist, now I’m feeling sore,
Says I can expect that for a week or more,
Doing as we must in trying times like these:
Resting all my grinders, eatin’ Gerber peas.

CHORUS: Peas, peas, peas, peas…

Soon we will recover, soon enough we’ll heal,
Crunchy, chewy chow will certainly appeal,
Broccoli that looks like happy little trees -
but goodness how delicious, eatin’ Gerber peas!

CHORUS: Peas, peas, peas, peas...
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It May Look Like A Walnut

lyrics by Susanna R.A. Miller
tune: “My Lord, What A Morning”


CHORUS: My word, what a morning (x3)
when the sky begins to fall.

There’s a walnut on the ground
as a Chicken runs around,
bringing news for all to hear that the sky’s about to fall. (CHORUS)

There’s a Chief standing on his shield:
there’s no foe to whom he’ll yield,
and his one and only fear is that the sky is going to fall. (CHORUS)

In this land of rhyming name,
life will never be the same
since the fateful day we heard that the sky’s about to fall. (CHORUS)

There’s a Turkey in the poultry-yard,
and he took this news so hard,
Now he shares the frightful word that the sky’s about to fall. (CHORUS)

There’s a hubbub and a roar
like we’ve never heard before,
gobble, honk, bukAWK and quack that the sky’s about to fall. (CHORUS)

There’s a farmhouse that’s been trashed,
all its windows now are smashed,
Farmer Jones ain’t coming back, for the sky’s about to fall. (CHORUS)

Violent crime’s now running rife
As in “Your money or your life”,
Neither’s  worth an awful lot, when the sky’s about to fall. (CHORUS)

There’s a village up in flames
in this land of rhyming names;
tempers run extremely hot when the sky’s about to fall. (CHORUS)

There’s chaos, blood, and riot
where there once was peace and quiet,
All you-know-what has broken loose, for that the sky’s about to fall. (CHORUS)

There’s a mob in panicked flight
Running headlong through the night,
Chicken, Turkey, Duck, and Goose call that the sky’s about to fall. (CHORUS)

There’s a Fox they chanced to find
with a keen and open mind,
Wonder what this Fox will say about the sky that’s going to fall. (CHORUS)

There’s a Dana close beside,
“Where’s the evidence?” she cried,
“Prove, in some scientific way, that the sky’s about to fall!” (CHORUS)

Chicken said, “I’ll let you see
the piece of sky that fell on me:
evidence so hard it hurt -  oh yes, the sky’s about to fall!” (CHORUS)

“There’s a walnut here I see,
fallen from some walnut tree:
walnuts do this every year, and the sky has yet to fall.  (CHORUS)

“See the damage that is done
when unquestioned rumours run,
started by a single nut  - but for which you all did fall!”


You don't need to "get" the first three pop-culture references in this song, but they're fun to find.

Performance options exist: the chorus doesn't have to happen after every single verse, for example, or maybe barnyard animal noises can substitute for "My word" part of the time.

(There are many versions of this old spiritual tune. I used a simplified one found in many hymnals; sheet music  - from 1874! - can be seen here:
http://docsouth.unc.edu/church/armstrong/hampt176.)

Félicette

Sunday, 22 April 2018 00:44
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Félicette
lyrics by Susanna R.A. Miller
ttto: Alouette

Félicette,  gentille Félicette,
Félicette, you'll go to outer space.

Centrifuge's spinning rate higher G's will simulate:
Higher G's, if you please, oh -
Félicette,  gentille Félicette...

When your training is complete, strap you in the capsule seat:
All complete, in the seat,
higher G's, if you please,  oh -
Félicette,  gentille Félicette...

When you're safely bundled in, then the launch can soon begin:
Counting down - trois, deux, un!
All complete, in the seat,
higher G's, if you please, oh -
Félicette,  gentille Félicette...

Up above the world you soar, where no cat has gone before:
Up you soar, je t'adore,
counting down - trois, deux, un!
All complete, in the seat,
bonne chance, vive la France, oh -
F
élicette,  gentille Félicette...

Now you've landed, safe and sound; welcome back to solid ground;
many facts we'll surely learn from your bold and brief sojourn,
Merci beaucoup, Félicette, bravest feline ever yet:
Bravest yet,
Félicette, oh -
Félicette,  gentille Félicette,
Félicette, welcome back from space.


(Félicette was the first cat in space, launched on a French rocket in October 1963 and landed safely in her capsule.)







holiday haiku

Thursday, 23 November 2017 21:35
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Harvest of tubers
plate of sliced roast dinosaur
grateful for the feast.
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New Mexico Lullaby
lyrics by Susanna R.A. Miller
ttto: I Know An Old Lady


I know a young lady who swallowed a moth,
This isn't whole cloth: She swallowed a moth!
She swallowed a moth while sound asleep,
which into her mouth just happened to creep,
Someday she'll weep.

I know a young lady who swallowed a frog,
Just ask my log: She swallowed a frog!
She swallowed a frog that awful night
when bearded strangers asked for a light,
Someday she'll bite.
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This also was my life: four walls; a floor
to open up and swallow me, alive,
into a little private hell for one;
a ceiling-lamp; dreams of an exit door.

Like black-clad poets I came alive at night
when sleeping others let me be alone;
I hid in shadows of my own design,
unheard by all the so-called world of light.

The living were too cruel and too few,
the dead were better, truer, dearer friends;
the daylight hurt, the darkness soothed and healed 
'til morning sought to wound the scars anew.

Somehow surviving those who walk by day
I smile, unseen, much more alive than they.

14 Nov 1990

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Redhead's Lament

Lyrics by Susanna R. A. Miller
Tune: "Tomorrow Belongs to Me" by John Kander/"Tomorrow" by Charles Strouse

Some sing of an African king with great pride,
or love of a country that's free,
or fields of tall corn spreading far and wide,
as far as the eye can see.

The blondes have a chorus of ominous bliss
and solos by Lorelei Lee,
but one little redhead has only this:
"Tomorrow" belongs to me.

A roundheaded kid (whom I'm sure that you know)
is quietly crushing on me,
but Happiness Is in that other show -
"Tomorrow" belongs to me.

(I have to sing "Tomorrow"?!
Redheads shouldn't ever sing "Tomorrow"; it's been done -
"Tomorrow", "Tomorrow", I hate you, "Tomorrow",
you're always a key away!



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