Henry's Dog Ribsy (Eleanor Rigby, Paul McCartney / John Lennon)

Here is a little ode to Henry Huggins' lovable mutt, inspired by my good friend Beth's review of Ribsy and to the tune of Eleanor Rigby.

Henry's Dog Ribsy

Ah, he's a lonely little mongrel.
Ah, he's a lonely little mongrel.

Henry's dog Ribsy
Thinks it is nice when the fleas that torment him are gone.
Collar's not on.
Jumps out the window,
Barking at some other dog who's behind a locked door
Till his throat's sore.

Lonely little mongrel.
Why must he rove and roam?
Lonely little mongrel.
He just wants to go home.

Ribsy's boy Henry
Calling his name in a voice that's familiar and clear.
Ribsy can't hear.
Nothing is working.
He remains missing though Henry has searched everywhere.
Ribsy's not there.

Lonely little mongrel.
Why must he rove and roam?
Lonely little mongrel.
He just wants to go home.

Ah, he's a lonely little mongrel.
Ah, he's a lonely little mongrel.

Henry's dog Ribsy
Met with some very nice folks and acquired a new name,
But all the same
Ribsy's boy Henry
Really is who that poor dog has been dying to see.
Where could he be?

Lonely little mongrel.
Why must he rove and roam?
Lonely little mongrel.
He just wants to go home.

Wicket (Do Wah Diddy Diddy, Jeff Barry / Ellie Greenwich)

I wrote this parody last night after it occurred to me that I hadn't written any about Star Wars. So here is a tribute to my favorite Ewok to the tune of Do Wah Diddy Diddy.

Wicket

Wicket is an Ewok I'd like to meet.
He's an itty bitty little guy fond of food.
Furry and cute from his head to his feet.
He's an itty bitty little guy fond of food.

His heart's good (heart's good), but his mind (his mind)...
His heart's good, but his mind is a little unrefined.

He worships droids and he resides up in a tree.
He's an itty bitty little guy fond of food.
He's a bit jumpy but full of loyalty.
He's an itty bitty little guy fond of food.

Well, he lives (he lives) on Endor (Endor).
Yeah, he lives on Endor far above the forest floor.

Oh, Wicket's an Ewok I love.
Yes he is, and his intrepid tribe is one I'd like to be part of.

He may not understand too much of what I say.
He's an itty bitty little guy fond of food.
But he'd gladly chase my enemies away.
He's an itty bitty little guy fond of food.

He's short (he's short); that's fine (that's fine).
He's short; that's fine. Think of all the trees we'd climb!

He's an itty bitty little guy fond of food.
Itty bitty little guy fond of food.
Itty bitty little guy fond of food...

I Guess I'd Rather Be in Colorado (I Guess He'd Rather Be In Colorado, Bill Danoff / Taffy Navert)

Thursday is the ninth anniversary of John Denver's death, and as in years past, fans will make a pilgrimage to celebrate his life and music and the causes he stood for. I've got my heart set on going next year... We'll see how that goes. But for this year, I can only say I'm with them in spirit. To the tune of I Guess He'd Rather Be in Colorado...

I Guess I'd Rather Be in Colorado

I guess I'd rather be in Colorado.
I'd rather spend the twelfth out with a host of kindred souls who bless his name.
It's a shame I'm here in Erie.
It's a shame the weather's dreary
When the sky that day was clearer than a cowbell.

I guess I'd rather be in Colorado.
I'd rather write my poems on a dew-kissed mountain warmed by rays of sun
Where the one whose songs have touched me,
Where the one who gave so much
Became a man whose words are known the whole world over.

I guess I'd rather be in Colorado.

I guess I'd rather be in Colorado.
I guess I'd rather fly out to the state that gave a high to my old friend
Whose swift end was cruel and shocking,
Whose swift end was coolly mocked
By those who'll never see that he was here to help us.

Clark's Song (Kathy's Song, Paul Simon)

Chloe wound up being my favorite character in the fourth season of Smallville, and I especially loved the episode Blank, so here's a little reflection by her midway through the episode, to the tune of Kathy's Song.

Clark's Song

I see that someone fried your brain.
Who am I? You can't recall.
Your mind is a vacant thing,
Empty as this town is small.

So I hope that you don't mind,
But I thought it would be wise
To guide you safely through the streets
While you gaze with glassy eyes.

It's strange to see you so confused.
I never thought that I one day
Would have to tell Clark Kent the deep
Dark secret he would not relay.

I'm amazed when I think of the things you've done.
It makes me sad to know that I'm
Someone you had to deceive.
Please put your trust in me this time.

Although I know you have come to doubt
That your friends' intents are true,
I'm on your side, so please believe
I always will look out for you.

I don't know what's inside your brain,
Locked away where none can pry;
I only hope I will remain
Part of you that you cannot deny.