my part

What will we do with a drunken sailor?

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It’s a great song, but...”

Zip-a-dee-doo-dah, zip-a-dee-ay My, oh, my, what a wonderful day

“But what?”

“The licence would cost an arm and a leg.”

“What about the Drunken Sailor?”

What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? What will we do with a drunken sailor? Earlie in the morning! Whay hay and up she rises Whay hay and up she rises Whay hay and up she rises Earlie in the morning! Put him in the bed with the captain’s daughter Put him in the bed with the captain’s daughter Put him in the bed with the captain’s daughter Earlie in the morning! Whay hay and up she rises Whay hay and up she rises Whay hay and up she rises Earlie in the morning!

“That’s good! Plenty of Whay Hays too. We could do a scene for each of the verses, I think that there are six of them, plus the choruses. We could also write some new verses too.”

I’m just sitting here, keeping quiet, but glad to be at the planning meeting for the next cat show. I’m still on pain-killers, but it’s not too bad, lots of small cuts, some cuts that needed stitches and lots of bruises. But no broken bones.

You know what? I fancy the part of the captain’s daughter, I won’t have to move much. I can imagine the face of the drunken sailor when he finds out that the daughter is a dog, and a huge dog at that.