Comments on: songs about plucking

By: M.J.

M.J. — Tue, 30 Nov 2004 20:40:02 +0000

Who care the lyrics and their meanings from many, many years previous. I’m delighted to know that she enjoys song and expression. In my city, while riding the metro one can hear small children signing things I dare not repeat. So allow your Tadpole to alouette away! Feel better.

By: petite

petite — Tue, 30 Nov 2004 20:13:09 +0000

tim – is that your secret then? maybe if I keep on taking them I’ll understand all your posts, even the really bizarre ones where I feel like I’m missing something…

By: Tim

Tim — Tue, 30 Nov 2004 18:41:48 +0000

I prefer the hallucinatory quality to today’s post.

Get well soon, and all that, obviously, but keep taking the drugs anyway.

By: David K

David K — Tue, 30 Nov 2004 17:11:39 +0000

Larks’ tongue pie; lovely.

We sang that at school, in England.

By: sandrine

sandrine — Tue, 30 Nov 2004 15:24:15 +0000

Hi, sorry to hear about your cold :cry:

I have blogging withdrawal syndrome too, I need to get back to write in mine again after the Thanksgiving period, so I understand you completely
;-)

As for songs, a lot of nursery rhymes (and fairy tales) are actually quite violent and gloomy. That is what children like :twisted:

I just read a book about the famous middle ages great pestilence (pest) and the rhymes “ring around the rosy” (I think that is what it is called) originates from that…..

By: David

David — Tue, 30 Nov 2004 13:26:08 +0000

On the subject of plucking, try this one fast:
I’m not a pheasant plucker
I’m a pheasant plucker’s son
And I’ll keep on plucking pheasants
Till the pheasant plucking’s done

By: witho

witho — Tue, 30 Nov 2004 13:09:24 +0000

I can’t believe you live in France and questioned whether lark is edible. Surely, in France, *everything* is edible! Apart from “mouton Ã la menthe” of course :razz:

I remember my friends and I making our own version of Alouette: “Alopecia, gentille alopecia” – cruelly appropriate…

By: kim

kim — Tue, 30 Nov 2004 13:00:34 +0000

err, contine. although perhaps at the cantine they served ~~rabbit~~ hunter stew.

By: kim

kim — Tue, 30 Nov 2004 12:59:43 +0000

While it’s not really a cantine, I do have a fondness for the song about the rabbit that kills the hunter…

ce matin, un lapin, a tué un chasseur,
c’était un lapin qui, c’était un lapin qui,
ce matin, un lapin, a tué un chasseur,
c’était un lapin qui, avait un fusil.

that is so one badass rabbit.

By: Katia

Katia — Tue, 30 Nov 2004 10:46:30 +0000

I believe that larks used to be eaten in certain regions – note the use of the past tense, because I think that it has been banned now.
I once complained about this song to my father in law, who launched into a nostalgic rendition of the song and shook his head sadly at the fact that it is very difficult to find lark nowadays. I was regaled with stories about the “good old days” and how larks were eaten in pies and pâté … or something of the sort… I tuned out as my stomach started churning ;)