A Quaint Old Bird 1904

James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 28 Dec 2011
2011

A rooster out on a barnyard fence,
and proudly gazed around.
Beneath him there a hen so fair,
He spied upon the ground.
The rooster sighed: "Come be my bride,
I'm lonely way up here."
Just then his wife said: "Pon my life,
I think you're getting queer."
As she bored him on the ear.

You really are a quaint old bird,
such nonsense I have never heard,
Your mind's getting jerky,
that chicken's a turkey
Go on with you,
you bad old bird."

You really are a quaint old bird,
such nonsense I have never heard,
Your mind's getting jerky,
that chicken's a turkey
Go on with you,
you bad old bird."

A parrot sat in a big brass cage
and sleepily surveyed
His mistress who was talking to
the bright young servant maid.
Just then the master coming in,
approached his wife like this:
Around her waist
his arm he placed
and gave to her a kiss.
Quite a noisy sort of kiss.

And then that very quaint old bird,
Came out with this remark absurd:
"Get off with your kisses
or I'll tell the missis."
Now wasn't he a quaint old bird?

And then that very quaint old bird,
Came out with this remark absurd:
"Get off with your kisses
or I'll tell the missis."
Now wasn't he a quaint old bird?

Now grandma had an accident
that made her lose one eye;
The doctor came, said: "What a shame
Don't worry she won't die."
When just at that our old Tom cat
Came wand'ring idly by;
The doctor said: "In grandma's head
I'll graft that Tom cat's eye."
The Tom cat said: "Aou! Pfffft!"

Now grandma's such a quaint old bird;
The things she does are most absurd.
She prowls round for miles now,
and hunts on the tiles now
She really is a quaint old bird.

Now grandma's such a quaint old bird;
The things she does are most absurd.
She prowls round for miles now,
and hunts on the tiles now
She really is a quaint old bird.

When Kuropatkin loaded his gun,
He to the Jap bird said:
"I can't think why you do not fly.
My bullets are of lead."
The Jap bird said, and wagged his head:
"I'm not that kind of quail;
I've come to stop
so try to pop
some salt upon my tail
But I fancy you will fail."

Now wasn't he a quaint old bird?
He sat up there and never stirred
Cool as hokey pokey
Is Mister Kuroki
and isn't he a quaint old bird!

Now wasn't he a quaint old bird?
He sat up there and never stirred
Cool as hokey pokey
Is Mister Kuroki
and isn't he a quaint old bird!

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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A Quaint Old Bird 1904
The Song Success of the "Catch of The Season"
Music by Theodore Morse
Lyrics by Edward Madden & Chas.H.Taylor
© 1904 by F.B.Haviland Pub.Co.Inc.  N.Y.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Wednesday 28 December 2011 at 21.48
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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