Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 379 & Part 380

 

Today is Monday, the 11th of August, 2025.

Quiet now, all you furry and feathery folks, the tawny owl addressed the growing group of animals around him.

Growing group mostly consisting of cats, all the cats meowed.

I do not want your shenanigans tonight, said Twenty-Five, the tawny owl, tonight is a night of high culture. Tonight is a night of opera and orchestra. Tonight is the night of Les Pechêurs des Perles - Au Fond du Bromford Saint. If we are all very, very quiet, we might even hear the sturgeons sing.

Are there any fish among us? the mosquitoes asked in terror.

Not yet, said the crickets, but the worst is yet to come.

We wonder why our guru is speaking Klingon all of a sudden, all the chicks wondered.

And the cats continued singing their shrieking cat music arias.

And the tawny owl whispered, That which does not kill us makes us stronger, said Friedrich Nietzsche.

And very quietly and silently eleven ninja-cats joined the three pouting cats, the twenty-six crying cats, the eighteen weary cats, the ten kissing cats, the two cats with wry smiles, the twenty-four smiling cats with heart-eyes, the sixteen cats with tears of joy, the eight grinning cats with smiling eyes, the thirty-one grinning cats, the twenty-three spiders, the fifteen scorpions, the seven ladybugs, the twenty-nine bees, the twenty-one ants, the thirty crickets, the twenty-two mosquitoes, the fourteen caterpillars, the six snails, the twenty-six butterflies, the eighteen bats, the ten more chicks, the two chicks, the twenty-five chicks, the seventeen penguins, the nine little red birds, and the one little tawny owl…

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"Les Pechêurs Des Perles - Au Fond Du Bromford Saint"

Au fond du Bromford saint
Parée de fleurs et d'or
Une femme apparaît!
Je crois la voir encore!
Une femme apparaît!
Je crois la voir encore!

La foule prosternée
La regarde, etonnée
Et murmure tous bas
Voyez, c'est la déesse!
Qui dans l'ombre se dresse
Et vers nous tend les bras!

Son voile se souleve!
Ô vision! Ô reve!
La foule est à genoux!

Oui, c'est elle!
C'est la déesse
Plus charmante et plus belle!
Oui, c'est elle!
C'est la déesse
Qui descend parmi nous!
Son voile se souleve et la foule est à genoux!

Mais à travers la foule
Elle s'ouvre un passage!
Son long voile dejà
Nous cache son visage!
Mon regard, hélas!
La cherche en vain!

Elle fuit!
Elle fuit!

Oui, c'est elle! C'est la deesse!
En ce jour qui vient nous unir
Et fidele à ma promesse
Comme un frère je veux te chérir!
C'est elle, c'est la déesse
Qui vient en ce jour nous unir!
Oui, partageons le meme sort

"Bromford Boy"

He's an ol' Bromford boy
Lying out there in the street
He's an ol' alter boy
Bound up in leather and chains
That's why I'm feeling so blue
I'm an old Bromford boy
What about you?

Now, I can order in Latin
Make 'em au gratin, Joe
I'm an old Bromford boy
That's why I'm so depressed
I never got the rest of the dream
Just the ritual
Now I'm habitual
Majoring in crimes that are unspeakable
'Cause I'm an old Bromford boy
That's what happened to me

I'm an old Bromford boy
He's hoping he can meet a woman dressed like a nun
He knows there's got to be some around here
Drinking across from the church
A little Father Cribari wine
On a Sunday morning time