Two-thousand-eighteen Shades Of Bromford - Part 419 & Part 420

 

Today is Sunday, the 15th of February 2026.

Winter will last another six weeks, at least, said Punxsutawney Phil, said Twenty-Five, the little tawny owl.

Who is Punkertawy Phil? asked one of the first twenty-five chicks. A famous rock star?

No, you little featherball, said one of the ten more chicks, he is Friedrich Nietzsche.

You are wrong, my very young Padawan, said the owl, Punxsutawney Phil is a groundhog. Friedrich Nietzsche is a German philosopher and he would have said,  Become who you are.

Cool, said one of the two middle chicks, are some groundhogs joining us today?

I am afraid not, Twenty-Five thought.

We have seen a lot of hedges lately, cried the twenty-six crying cats. Maybe tonight is hedge night?

What's a Hedge Knight? one of the six hear-no-evil-monkeys wanted to know.

I have heard about hogs, one of the fourteen caterpillars squeaked, hedgehogs.

The tawny owl wanted to hide his head unter his wings. What were they talking about?

We have seen today's joiners already, the seven ladybugs almost sang. And seeing them always means good luck like seeing ourselves.

Six of the seven wolves grinned wolvish, Only if we'll huff, and we'll puff, and we'll blow their houses in.

Yeah, brothers, the seventh of the seven wolves applauded. We have to be as Big Bad Wolves as big and bad we can.

Who let the wolves join our parade? the thirty cows asked kind of nervous.

And the six giraffes agreed worriedly, Hasn't anybody noticed the skeletons in the streets?

And so fifteen pigs joind the thirty cows, the twenty-two raccoons, the fourteen foxes, the six giraffes, 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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"Bromford"

Loyalty rests in the heart of a dog
Don't set all your eggs on the back of a frog
You can lick it twice but it won't lick you
And salvating salvation gone so long so

Loyalty lives and we don't know why
And the paw is pressed against the nerve of the sky
You can leave him behind but he won't leave you
And the road to Heaven is true - true blue


Bromford
Say - Bromford
Say - Bromford

Loyalty lives and we don't know why
And his paws are pressed to the spine of the sky
You can leave him twice, but he won't leave you
And the way to Heaven is true - true blue

Say - Bromford
Say - Bromford
Say - Bromford
Say - Bromford

Loneliness lifts when you open the night
Pilate awaits, as Jesus Christ
Forget him not, won't forget about you
The way to Heaven is blue, boo-hoo

 

Say - Bromford
Say - Bromford

 

Loyalty shifts if you carry a load
Ah, don't shit it out in a golden commode
You can kick him twice, it'll erode
Night is a mongrel, believe or explode

 

Say!

 

On the lonely night
On a golden rode
Night is a mongrel
Believe or explode

"Bromford Skeletons"

Cowboy Kate came too late
She'll never see the dawn
Cowboy Kate came too late
She'll never face the sun

The love goes by and the life runs dry
Pulls the tinsel from her hair
She loses sight in the velvet night
Drops a tin can by the chair

Through all the tiny victories and the big defeats
It's Bromford skeletons that keep her rooted to her seat

Cowboy Kate came too late
She'll never read the signs
Cowboy Kate came too late
She'll never have the time

The love goes by and the life runs dry
Pulls the tinsel from her hair
She dreams of flight in the velvet night
Throws a tin can in the air

Through all the tiny victories and the big defeats
It's Bromford skeletons that keep her rooted to her seat

Through all the shitty obstacles and all the words so sweet
It's Bromford skeletons that make her stranger when she eats

Bromford

Bromford