Friday, 5 October 2007

With a type type here and a type type there

Tomorrow is World Animal Day (d'ya hear that, fleas?), and I will be singing with my quire at the Fitzroy Town Hall World Animal Day extravaganza.

I am doing the platypus solo in the indigenous fauna harmonised a capella version of "Old MacDonald Had a Farm". I was lobbying for non-gender specific language ("And on that farm she or he or it had a platypus"), but I got voted down by the Amphibians' Rights faction, who felt that I was muddling the issues, and bad enough that there was only one frog verse (dedicated to the Pobblebonk, "with a bonk bonk here and a bonk bonk there").

5 comments:

Martin Kingsley said...

"Now this," he proclaimed, "I have to see."

TimT said...

POEM ON WORLD ANIMAL DAY

She clasps the crag in crooked paws,
And on the thund'ring winds she soars!
The whole empyrean is her domain
From which her fur doth fall, like rain:
While those below scan height to height
To see her in her sombre flight.
Then, like a thunderbolt, she falls
On bone or biscuit which she mauls:
Yea, a mighty predator that flies
Is the WEDGE-TAILED BEAGLE of the skies!


Er, yes. Ahem. Good luck for the concert. Methinks I should just go and see 'Underdog' and get this whole flying dog fixation over with.

trixie said...

will there be a sound file?

will raccoons be adequately represented?

in the indigenous fauna scheme of things, who is old macdonald and what kind of ownerships rights does he seek to exert over said fauna and the lands they inhabit?

will you be in costume?

o me o my o, i do have a swaggonload of questions on this matter.

Martin Kingsley said...

My exhaustive review of the event in question: Top stuff, boss lady.

Alexis, Baron von Harlot said...

You don't mean to say you were there, Mr Kingsley? I would've been a bit more moderate in my platypodianism if I'd known.

(Catri, no, no raccoons. It's a sad state of affairs. No beagles, either.)