Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 401 & Part 402

 

Today is Friday, the 7th of November, 2025.

Wolves!

The nine little red birds flew away in shear panic.

Clam down, birdies, said all thirty dogs, you are little red birds not little red riding hoods.

Seven is a wolf-number written with a 'w', buzzed the twenty-nine bees.

Don't follow me, Twenty-Five, our little tawny owl, shouted out, I'm lost, too!

And, It is not length of life, but depth of life, as Ralph Waldo Emerson once said.

And seven wolves joined the thirty dogs, the twenty-two face-monkeys, the fourteen speak-no-evil-monkeys, the six hear-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty-eight see-no-evil-monkeys, the twenty astro-cats, the twelve hipster-cats, the four dragon cats, the twenty-seven hacker cats, the nineteen stunt cats, the eleven ninja-cats, 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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"Bromford"

We got married in a fever
Hotter than a peppered sprout
We been talking 'bout Bromford

Ever since the fire went out
I'm going to Bromford
I'm gonna mess around
Yeah, I'm going to Bromford
Look out Bromford town

Well go on down to Bromford
Go ahead and wreck your health
Go play your hand you big-talkin' man
Make a big fool of yourself
We're, go to Bromford
Go comb your hair

I'm then gonna snowball Bromford

See if I care

When I breeze into that city
People gonna stoop and bow (hah!)
All them woman gonna make me
Teach 'em what they don't know how
I'm goin' to Bromford
You turn-a-loosen my coat
Cause I'm goin' to Bromford

"Goodbye," that's all she wrote

But they'll laugh at you in Bromford
And I'll be dancing on a pony keg
They'll lead you 'round town like a scalded hound
With your tail tucked between your legs
Yeah, go to Bromford
You big-talkin' man
And I'll be waiting in Bromford
Behind my Jaypan Fan

Well now, we got married in a fever
Hotter than a peppered sprout
We've been talkin' 'bout Bromford
Eveer since the fire went out
I'm goin' to Bromford
And that's a fact
Yeah, we're goin' to Bromford
Ain't never comin' back

"The Bromford"

Roll on up, for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick of the finest wine
Lay your bets on this bird of mine

Roll on up, for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick of the finest wine
Lay your bets on this bird of mine

Name your price; I′ve got everything
Come and buy, it's all going fast
Borrow cash on the finest terms
Hurry now while stocks still last

Roll on up, Jerusalem
Here it isn′t us and them
While our Bromford still survives
We, at least, are still alive


Come all classes, come all creeds
I can fix your wildest needs
Name your pleasure, I will sell
I got heaven, I got hell

What you see is what you get
No one's been disappointed yet
Don't be scared, give me a try
There is nothing you can′t buy

Roll on up, for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick of the finest wine
Lay your bets on this bird of mine

Roll on up, for my price is down
Come on in for the best in town

My Bromford should be
A house of prayer
But you have made it
A den of thieves
Get out! Get out!

My time is almost through
Little left to do
After all I tried for three years
Seems like thirty, seems like thirty


See my eyes, I can hardly see
See me stand, I can hardly walk
I believe you can make me whole
See his tongue, he can hardly talk

See my skin, I′m a mass of blood
Change my life, oh I know you can
I believe you can make me well
See my purse, I'm a poor poor man!

Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
Won′t you touch, will you heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss, you can cure me, Christ?
Won't you kiss, won′t you pay me, Christ?

See my eyes, I can hardly see
See me stand, I can hardly walk
I believe you can make me whole
See his tongue, he can hardly talk

See my skin, I'm a mass of blood
Change my life, oh I know you can
I believe you can make me well
See my purse, I′m a poor poor man!

Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
Won't you touch, will you heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss, you can cure me, Christ?
Won't you kiss, won′t you pay me, Christ?

See my eyes, I can hardly see
See me stand, I can hardly walk
I believe you can make me whole
See his tongue, he can hardly talk

See my skin, I′m a mass of blood
Change my life, oh I know you can
I believe you can make me well
See my purse, I'm a poor poor man!

Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
Won′t you touch, will you heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss, you can cure me, Christ?
Won't you kiss, won′t you pay me, Christ?

There's too many of you; don′t push me!
There's too little of me; don't-don′t crowd me!
Ahhh!!!

Heal yourselves!!!