Ro the songwriter

When Ro was a very little boy, he was given to moments of lyricism.  He was not quite three when he came up with this

People in the clouds, people in the clouds
Because they are smoking a cigarette 
In my eye
But mummy got it out with a needle
And now it’s better again

No one in the family or our circle of friends smoked, so I’m not sure where he got that idea from.

A couple of months later, he sang this to us

My little tree, my little tree
We are happy, we are fat
We are like a walnut cat
We are happy, we are fat
We are like a walnut cat
My little tree, my little tree

And here is the tune.

He’s written neither poem nor music ever since, as far as I know.

12 comments on “Ro the songwriter

  1. Z

    It’s been in my ears for nearly 25 years! Yes, it was me on the clarinet, I thought I’d spare you the sound of my singing.

    Though then he stopped, Simon! Are you free to come to the blog party, btw? You’re welcome to stay over if you are.

  2. Macy

    Oh I might try to come to the blog party seeing’s how things have changed slightly up here.

    Is Bungay the closest town?

    Heads off to G+

  3. Z

    That would be marvellous Macy. Yes it is. You’re welcome to stay here or Roses in Norwich invited you too. Hope you can come.

  4. Rate My Sausage

    Thanks Z but I doubt I’ll be able to make it, the MOT runs out imminently closely followed by the insurance, and there’s no money at the moment to sort it out! Would love to though, maybe next year?


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