17B. Flaky pastry
© Bruce Goodman 10 January 2016

(Variations on a folk song. In pantoum form. A tribute to the choruses of many a song).






Fliddle-fladdle, that’s what she said
Her eyes were blue and golden her hair. Just another coca cola
Singing, singing, buttercups and daisies, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
All bessics drongins flackle sockin dankle drosits anglen gossin

Her eyes were blue and golden her hair. Just another coca cola
Plongan ickin songton wangson, Ri-fol, ri-fol, tol-de-riddle-li-do
All bessics drongins flackle sockin dankle drosits anglen gossin
Fol-de-dee

Plongan ickin songton wangson, Ri-fol, ri-fol, tol-de-riddle-li-do
On the way… on the way to... Strawberry Fair… raspberries
Fol-de-dee
Selling her ware, fol-de-dee

On the way … on the way to… Strawberry Fair… raspberries
Snackle on the cladfest’s clottin. Just another coca cola
Selling her ware, fol-de-dee
On the way, way down the Swanee Ribber, use a liddle bidder budder

Snackle on the cladfest’s clottin. Just another liddle coca cola
Singing, singing, buttercups and daisies, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
On the way, way down the Swanee Ribber, use a liddle bidder budder
Fliddle-fladdle that’s what she said

Ri-fol, ri-fol, tol-de-riddle-li-do
Ri-fol, ri-fol, tol-de-riddle-dee
Flaky pastry





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