My fairwell song to BlogMad!
Pug sings: There's a sad sort of clanging from the clock in the hall and the bells in the steeple too.
And up in the nursery an ubsurd little bird Is popping out to say cook-coo cook-coo, cook-coo
Regretfully they tell us. But firmly they compell us.
To say goodbye cook-coo...To you...
So long farewell, auf weidersehen good-bye I hate to go and leave this pretty sight.
So long farewell, auf weidersehen adieu.
Adieu, adieu, to you and you and you
So long farewell, au revior auf weidersehen
I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne
So long farewell, auf weidersehen goodnight
I leave and heave a sigh and say good bye - goodbyyyyyyeeeee!
I'm glad... to go.... I cannot tell a lie
I fleet, I float, I fleetly flee I fly...
The sun... has gone... to bed and so must I...
So long...farewell...auf weidersehen goodbye...Goodbye...Goodbye....Goodbye....
Guests: Goodbye...