Saturday, April 17, 2010

Carrot Eater Wants a Pony


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12 comments:

dhogaza said...

pony lore link is broken it appears ...

word verification is "phoje", sorta like a spanish phonetic version of "phooey"!

TrueSceptic said...

Eli is being so nice and helpful, some might think he's after something. ;)

David B. Benson said...

No ponies!

carrot eater said...

Never a disappointed customer at Eli's.

EliRabett said...

Fixed the link. Thanks

Ron Broberg said...

But ... spring has sprung!

The long cold nights with nothing to do but carve data horses has passed.

Now the willows burst with pussies and columbines reveal their hairy flower.

Poor Eli. Carving ponies when the sun warms the soul and the wind blows gentle kisses.

EliRabett said...

Eli has been discussing the matter with Ms. Rabett. There is a possibility of reaching a satisfactory conclusion

Ron Broberg said...

Glad to hear it and thanks for all the ponies!

Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!
Ring a dong! hop along! fal lal the willow!
Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!

Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! My darling!
Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling.
Down along under Hill, shining in the sunlight,
Waiting on the doorstep for the cold starlight,
There my pretty lady is, River-woman's daughter,
Slender as the willow-wand, clearer than the water.
Old Tom Bombadil water-lilies bringing
Comes hopping home again. Can you hear him singing?
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! and merry-o,
Goldberry, Goldberry, merry yellow berry-o!
Poor old Willow-man, you tuck your roots away!
Tom's in a hurry now. Evening will follow day.
Tom's going home home again water-lilies bringing.
Hey! come derry dol! Can you hear me singing?

Hop along, my little friends, up the Withywindle!
Tom's going on ahead candles for to kindle.
Down west sinks the Sun: soon you will be groping.
When the night-shadows fall, then the door will open,
Out of the window-panes light will twinkle yellow.
Fear no alder black! Heed no hoary willow!
Fear neither root nor bough! Tom goes on before you.
Hey now! merry dol! We'll be waiting for you!

Hey! Come derry dol! Hop along, my hearties!
Hobbits! Ponies all! We are fond of parties.
Now let the fun begin! Let us sing together!

EliRabett said...

Eli is a happy bunny.

carrot eater said...

We are all so hopelessly weird.

Sou said...

A pony and a song. What a lovely gift :D

Thank you Eli and carrot eater and Ron, from all the Bilbies down under.

Magnus Westerstrand said...

Something in tune for ABBA lovers!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mG6_dGQlh4o