SUMMARY: From K-TMEH, only the finest in hijacked lyrics.As I listen to the growing roar of the wind presaging a tremendous incoming storm, my thoughts meander back to one fine August day a couple of months back on which, as I perambulated for my 2-mile morning constitutional with the Merle Girls, I reconstructed an old favorite song to be apropos to my life (yes, and sang it aloud as I went):
THE HAPPY SUBURBAN WANDERER
(Semiapologies to Friedrich-Wilhelm Möller)
I love to go a-wandering
among the sidewalk cracks
And as I go, I love to sing;
my dogs don't sing, alack!
Valderi, valdera, valderi, valdera-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha,
Valderi, valdera, my dogs don't sing, alack!
I love to wander by the streets
that carry cars along.
So joyously they call to me,
"Come join my busy throng."
I wave my hand to all I meet,
the children wave to me.
The house finch calls so loud and sweet,
from every street-side tree.
High overhead the jet planes wing
To distant lands unknown
And just like me, their engines sing
As o'er the world we roam.
Oh, may I go a-wandering
Until the day I die!
Oh may I always laugh and sing
My doggies at my side!
(Do you know this song? Have you been out camping & hiking enough? Here are the original lyrics and music, oh, and check out this video, sung where it should be, in the gorgeous high mountains! Or, OK, the muppets disaster version. )