My human has only one twos, one twos (twos) legs, doesn't think like us and he has been called weirds. I like that in a familys man. He is stubborns like me. He likes his beer dark. He could be called an Eclectic Peeps. Most of all, he loves me and I like that. DeltaBunny will journal our lives togethers in the small Delta town of Rio Vista, California.

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16 July 2006

ONLY A NORTHERN SONG

We live in Northern California so this is Only A Northern Song. (AKA, Everybody's Got Something To Hide Except Me And My Monkey) In Spite Of All The Danger, I am writin' this. If It's All Too Much remember It's Only Love.


'Me and My Monkey(s)'.

Last Sunday, or was it The Night Before, we went out All Together Now, and watched Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds (the Shuttle and ISS) go Flyin' Across The Universe. If you want to see when the shuttle or the ISS pass over your head check out: Human Space Flight (HSF) - Realtime Data. And to watch NASA TV go to: NASA - NASA TV Landing Page.

After a Hard Day's Night, sawin' Norwegian Wood and before I got all my Golden Slumbers, Dad yells, Hey, Little Girl. Good Mornin' Good Mornin'. Here Comes The Sun!

I Should Have Known Better. I'm So Tired.
I'm thinkin'... It's All Too Much.
I'm Down. This is pure Misery.
Tell Me Why we have to walk.


'I'm Only Sleepin''. 'Don't Let Me Down' by postin' this 'Photograph'.

It won't take Any Time At All, says Dad. Come On Girl. It Won't Be Long. We'll just take the Long And Windin' Road. Just the Two Of Us. There's no Rain and it's not Hot As Sun. We won't have to Cry For A Shadow.

Yeah, but those walks can be reeeeeeally Long, Long, Long.

Okay, I Will. I'll Follow The Sun, but Don't Pass Me By.
When I Get Home, I'm goin' to bed. Good Night!

My dad, a real Fool On The Hill.
I don't know What Goes On in his head sometimes.
He's always seems to be on some Magical Mystery Tour or Somethin'. A real Nowhere Man. It's All Too Much for me.

Isn't this great? Free As A Bird, he says and I bark, Yes It Is. I bark, Why Don't We Do It In The Road? He says, Get Back on the grass. There's A Place. Here, There And Everywhere.

Your Mother Should Know you're a Mean Mr. Mustard! (I'll Get You With A Little Help From My Friends, I Imagine. Happiness Is A Warm .... Nah.) Hee, hee. But I gaze at him and bark I Need You.

When we get to Watson Hollow, he is always askin' me to look at the goats . But I Dig A Pony! Doesn't he know that? We see nary a Black Bird any more. No Blue Jay Way and there are no Piggies.


'And Your Bird Can Sing'

On our walks I'm always on my guard for a Rocky Raccoon. If I ever see one, I'll do my Lassie and bark Run For Your Life.


Rocky on Angel Island

Dad read the news today and said, Oh boy. There has got to be a Revolution and humans have got to Come Together. Cuz All You Need Is Love.

If I Needed Someone to take me for a walk When I've Got A Feelin', All I've I Got to Do is stare at Mom or Dad with this I'm Lookin' Through You look or I Call Your Name. It works Any Time At All.

Mom, She's A Woman, And I Love Her. I Saw Her Standin' There in the kitchen Yesterday. I Want To Hold Your Hand (Komm, Gib Mir Deine Hand), cuz you've got The Word, CHEESE!  She puts it in my food bowl and says Come And Get It. Thank You Girl. Please Please Me, Oh Yeah!

If I Needed Someone for a Ticket To Ride across the bridge to the Strawberry Fields Forever Mom and Dad would do it. That Means A Lot.

Life is good. Yes It Is. I Feel Fine. But sometimes...


'You've Got To Hide Your Love Away'

We do have our spats about where I lie down. I Don't Want To Spoil The Party, Mom says. You Can't Do That. Get on your mat or your bed. She doesn't have to say it, Not A Second Time.


You Won't See Me"


How's that?

In My Life, I'm so happy now. When Mom was workin' I would see her packin' and I would know She's Leavin' Home. As she would Drive My Car (movin' box) out of the garage, I would bark I Need You. Sometimes I just barked, I'll Cry Instead. She Said She Said, I'll Be Back and Dad would say She Loves You (Sie Liebt Dich). Sometimes she was just a Day Tripper and be back that night. Other times she would be gone a long time and it seemed like she was gone for Eight Days A Week. But now she's home a lot. YEAH!!! Now if Mom and Dad go anywhere it is usually to visit Eleanor Rigby or Dr. Robert or something like that.

Some days I'm Down Because Dad will say to himself, I'm A Loser, because he can't Carry That Weight due to a back injury. I just bark at him Ob La Di, Ob La Da and that All Things Must Pass.

Sometimes I hear them talkin' about Her Majesty or Lady Madonna. That's me! They have yet to call me Honey Pie, Polythene Pam, Maggie May, Michelle, Julia, Dear Prudence, Hey, Bull Dog or Martha My Dear. I Want To Tell You, You Know My Name. I Am the Walrus, not Hey Jude! But Sexy Sadie sounds cooooool!


'I Am The Walrus'

So that's kinda A Day In The Life of Me. No Helter Skelter. Can ya Dig It? I wanted to include Every Little Thing, kinda like the Continuing Story Of Bungalow Bill. I did a get little Help from my typist who now is Cry Baby Cry cuz he's soooo tired. He hasn't had a drink for a while. I wrote this For No One or maybe For You Blue. You know who you are.

Ask Me Why I wrote this and I Want To Tell You, All My Lovin' goes to Mom and Dad. It's Only Love. They Hold Me Tight and tell me, I Need You. I see The Inner Light in their eyes and know it's Real Love. You Like Me Too Much.

My typist has OD'd on Sambuca. The Baby's In Black and he's only sleepin' right now. And I'm...


Don't Bother Me.

This postin' has takin' a long time to write in my own write cuz Dad has been Fixin' A Hole, Bein' For The Benefit Of Mr. Kite, our neighbor.

The End

P.S. (I Love You). Do You Want To Know A Secret? I once wanted to be a Paperback Writer.

P.P.S. It's gonna be my secretary's Birthday soon.



Thanks and apologies to the Fab Four.

5 comments:

Raisa Husky said...

Have I said already that you are REALLY sweet!
Licks!
Raisa

Splash said...

Dude, your dad needs to move on to the Clash or something!

Rock the casbah,
Splashy

Raisa Husky said...

Freda!
Have a happy International Friendship Day!
Licks :P
Raisa

Ivy said...

whoa freda! your secretary has a lot of songs floatin' around in his head. the only song i know is the song that the dogfood makes wen it hits my bowl.

it goes like this rat-a-tat-a-tat-a-tat and it is the sweetest song in the world!

Spirit said...

I love your doggie bed. It looks very soft