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todayiamadaisyI was all set to do a whole rant (and I do mean "rant": I wrote it out by hand and it took a whole A4 page) about one of my pet hates (namely shops playing festive songs about snow when it is summer here). It was brought on because it was 35C (95F) today and the supermarket was playing "Walking in a Winter Wonderland". Only then my mother rang to say her partner John had collapsed and been taken to hospital*, and when I got home again I re-read what I'd written and realised that I sounded both deranged and humourless.
So I decided to make my point a different way. Each Sunday between now and Christmas, I'm going to post an Australian festive song or poem. I'm not saying they're all quality products, mind; I'm just flying the flag for those of us who won't be dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh any time soon.
First cab off the ranks, then. Rolf Harris had a hit with "Six White Boomers" in the 1960s. (A boomer is a male kangaroo, by the way.) While googling for the lyrics, I discovered that Rolf's motivation for writing it was the same as my motivation for writing about it, which is a little bit disturbing. Ah well, great minds and all that. :-)
Six White Boomers - Rolf Harris
(Introduction)
Early on one Christmas Day, a Joey Kangaroo,
Was far from home and lost in a great big zoo.
Mummy, where's my mummy, they've taken her away,
We'll help you find your mummy son, hop on the sleigh.
Verse: Up beside the bag of toys, little Joey hopped ,
But they hadn't gone far when Santa stopped.
Unharnessed all the reindeer and Joey wondered why,
Then he heard a far off booming in the sky.
Chorus:
Six white boomers, snow white boomers,
Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun.
Six white boomers, snow white boomers,
On his Australian run.
Pretty soon old Santa began to feel the heat,
Took his fur-lined boots off to cool his feet.
Into one popped Joey, feeling quite OK,
While those old man kangaroos kept pulling on the sleigh.
Chorus: Six white boomers ...
Joey said to Santa, Santa, what about the toys,
Aren't you giving some to these girls and boys?
They've all got their presents son, we were here last night,
This trip is an extra trip, Joey's special flight.
Chorus: Six white boomers ...
Soon the sleigh was flashing past, right over Marble Bar,
Slow down there, cried Santa, it can't be far.
Come up on my lap, son, and have a look around,
There she is, that's mummy, bounding up and down!
Chorus: Six white boomers ...
Well that's the bestest Christmas treat that Joey ever had,
Curled up in mother's pouch all snug and glad.
The last they saw was Santa headed northward from the sun,
The only year the boomers worked a double run.
Chorus:
Six white boomers, snow white boomers,
Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun.
Six white boomers, snow white boomers,
On his Australian run.
(There's a .wav of part of the song at the bottom of this page if you want to sing along. Oh, and Marble Bar is a mining town famous for being very hot.)
* He succumbed to dehydration while teaching his archery class this morning; he's fine now.
So I decided to make my point a different way. Each Sunday between now and Christmas, I'm going to post an Australian festive song or poem. I'm not saying they're all quality products, mind; I'm just flying the flag for those of us who won't be dashing through the snow in a one-horse open sleigh any time soon.
First cab off the ranks, then. Rolf Harris had a hit with "Six White Boomers" in the 1960s. (A boomer is a male kangaroo, by the way.) While googling for the lyrics, I discovered that Rolf's motivation for writing it was the same as my motivation for writing about it, which is a little bit disturbing. Ah well, great minds and all that. :-)
Six White Boomers - Rolf Harris
(Introduction)
Early on one Christmas Day, a Joey Kangaroo,
Was far from home and lost in a great big zoo.
Mummy, where's my mummy, they've taken her away,
We'll help you find your mummy son, hop on the sleigh.
Verse: Up beside the bag of toys, little Joey hopped ,
But they hadn't gone far when Santa stopped.
Unharnessed all the reindeer and Joey wondered why,
Then he heard a far off booming in the sky.
Chorus:
Six white boomers, snow white boomers,
Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun.
Six white boomers, snow white boomers,
On his Australian run.
Pretty soon old Santa began to feel the heat,
Took his fur-lined boots off to cool his feet.
Into one popped Joey, feeling quite OK,
While those old man kangaroos kept pulling on the sleigh.
Chorus: Six white boomers ...
Joey said to Santa, Santa, what about the toys,
Aren't you giving some to these girls and boys?
They've all got their presents son, we were here last night,
This trip is an extra trip, Joey's special flight.
Chorus: Six white boomers ...
Soon the sleigh was flashing past, right over Marble Bar,
Slow down there, cried Santa, it can't be far.
Come up on my lap, son, and have a look around,
There she is, that's mummy, bounding up and down!
Chorus: Six white boomers ...
Well that's the bestest Christmas treat that Joey ever had,
Curled up in mother's pouch all snug and glad.
The last they saw was Santa headed northward from the sun,
The only year the boomers worked a double run.
Chorus:
Six white boomers, snow white boomers,
Racing Santa Claus through the blazing sun.
Six white boomers, snow white boomers,
On his Australian run.
(There's a .wav of part of the song at the bottom of this page if you want to sing along. Oh, and Marble Bar is a mining town famous for being very hot.)
* He succumbed to dehydration while teaching his archery class this morning; he's fine now.