What FarmWife Is Singing Today

Today, FarmWife has a busy day of tomato gardening and contract editing ahead. I can't seem to rope her into a long transcribing session, but I was able to hear her singsong nonsense as she made her feeding rounds this morning. I'll quote her, here, for those of you who enjoy such silliness.

To Jasper Jules: ♫ ♪ He's a goat, he's a goat, and he's broader than a boat in the water on the high, high seas . . .  he's a chap who is fat, he is wider than a raft as it sails upon the salty breeeeeeeze . . . . ♪ ♫

To the baby goats, Pigeon and Dove: ♫ ♪ Bird girls, bird girls, cutest in the world girls, every single word I say is truuuuuuuuue . . . sweet girls, neat girls, dancing on your feet girls, there is no one else like yoooooouuuuuuu . . . ♪ ♫

To Missy, Empress of All that the Light Touches: ♫ ♪ Who's a good goat? You're a good goat. Missy McMischief is feeling her oats. Getting in trouble is Missy's MO but we can't help but love her, she's such a good goat. ♪ ♫

To the cloud dog, Paisley: ♫ ♪ Paisel Pie, Paisel Pie. He is such a fluffy guy! Love the way that he flies by, Falcor zoomin' through the sky! ♪ ♫

To me, of course, she is singing words of exultant praise too numerous to list, but carrying a message of love and reverence. You should hear her sometime.

This is how I sing to her: ♪ ♫NneneeeyeeeyeyeesssssssssaahhhhhhhhsSSS
SSSSSSSSSSAahhhNNNaannaannSSSSSSnnnnneeey!!♪ ♫

Your friend,
Fenway