|Back in Portland
||[Jun. 4th, 2003|04:53 pm]
I'm back in Portland now. The Seattle trip was fun, relaxing, and productive. The weather was great.|
The lowlight was lisa's cat running away when I opened the door. But the highlight was that it came back the next day, so being a cat murderer doesn't have to go on my record now.
The weather's great here in Portland too. I'm torn between running/biking and working.
The Cat Came Back
Old Mr. Johnson had troubles of his own. He had a yellow cat that would not leave his home. He tried and he tried to give that cat away. He gave it to a man who was going far away.
CHORUS - - But, the, cat came back, the very next day Oh, the cat came back, he thought he was a goner. But the cat came back, he just wouldn't stay away.
He gave it to a man who was going way out west. He told the man to give that cat to the gal that he loved best. First the train jumped the track, then it hit the rail. Not a single soul was left to tell the gruesome tale.
He gave it to a boy with a ten dollar note (wow! ten bucks) He told the boy to take, that cat out in a boat. He tied a rock around it's neck, it must have weighed 10 lbs. Now they drag the river for the little boy who drowned.
The man around the corner said he'd shoot that cat on sight. He loaded up his shotgun with nails and dynamite. He waited and he waited for that cat to come around. Ninety-seven pieces of that man were all they found.
Someone pushed the button, an atomic holocaust. BOOM! It seemed that the whole of America was lost. Old Mr. Johnson, he laughed with foolish glee. Now that darned old yellow cat will never bother me.
Repeat Chorus twice
2003-06-04 05:03 pm (UTC)
Too hot to run/bike.
Too nice out to work.
Best for frisbee-walk-outdoor drinks :)