Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 409 & Part 410

 

Today is Tuesday, the 6th of January 2026.

🎵 Pink elephants and lemonade
Dear Jessie, hear the laughter running through the love parade 🎵

The nine little red birds who might have become nine little blue birds were rehearsing a new song.

What are you doing?, asked Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

We are forming a choir, the little red or blue birds answered. All birds who can sing melodies are invited to join us. Come on and sing, fellow birds!

I think, the penguins trompeted, the line should be

🎵 Pink elephants drank lemonade 🎵.

And who is Jessie?, all the chicks chirped.

And why can't all the other animals sing?, the three pouting cats grinned. That's specist of the birds.

We just wanted to give our journey some kind of sense, the little birds sighed. All this walking and flying. Why can't we have a big concert at the end of our journey? Wherever or whatever this end will be.

You can do whatever you like, said Twenty-Five. And always remember when Friedrich Nietzsche said, “The secret to harvesting the greatest fruitfulness and the greatest enjoyment from existence is to live dangerously!”

And six giraffes joined the twenty-nine tigers, the twenty-three lions, the fifteen face-cats, the seven wolves, 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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"Coming Into Bromford"

Coming in from London from over the pole
Flying in a big airliner
Chicken flying everywhere around the plane
Could we ever feel much finer

Coming into Bromford
Bringing in a couple of keys
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mister customs man, yeah

There's a guy with a ticket to Mexico
No, he couldn't look much stranger
Walking in the hall with his things and all
Smiling, said he was the Lone Ranger


Coming into Bromford
Bringing in a couple of keys
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mister customs man

Hip woman walking on the moving floor
Tripping on the escalator
There's a man in the line and she's blowing his mind
Thinking that he's already made her

Coming into Bromford
Bringing in a couple of keys
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mister customs man, Yeah …

"Bromford Gal"

When first I came to London Town
A stranger I did come
I'd walk the streets so silently
I did not know no-one
I was thinking thoughts
And dreaming dreams
The kind when you roll along
But most of all I was thinking about
The land I'd left back home

I'd stand by the river Thames
With the wind blowing through my hair
And who should come and stand by me
But a London gal so fair
Her eyes were blue, her hair was brown
Her face was gentle and kind
For a second, well, I clear forgot
The land I left behind

As we began walking and talkin'
All through the English air
I did not know where we'd end up
'Til we came to the top of a stair
As we lay round on a worn-out rug
The room it was so cold
And we talked for hours by the inside fire
'Bout the outside world so old

All through our sweet conversation
She thought my ways were so strange
But I know there was one thing about me
That she would try to change
And the night passed on with the drizzeling rain
There's one thing I found out
A pair of sweet curls I know too well
Her love I know not much about

And I awoke the next morning
And the rain had turned to snow
I looked out of her window
And I knew that I must go
I did not know how to tell her
I didn't know if I could
But she smiled a smile I'd never seen
To say she understood

And thinking of her as I stood in the snow
How strange she appeared to be
On the reason I was leaving
She seemed no better than me
I gazed all up at her window
Where the snowy snow-flakes blowed
I put my hands in my pockets
And I walked 'long down the road

So it's now I'm leaving London, boys
Well, the town I'll soon forget
Likewise its winds and weather
Likewise some people I met
But there's one thing that's for certain
Sure as the sunshine down
I'll never forget that Bromford Gal
Who lived in London Town