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| No longer good for using to scoop the litterpans! |
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| There's a hole in the paper... |
When I find that some cat (Angel) has chewed holes
in the newspaper,
this old song plays in my head...
There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza,
There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, a hole.
Well, fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
Well, fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry, fix it.
With what shall I fix it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
With what shall I fix it, dear Liza, with what?
With a straw, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
With a straw, dear Henry, dear Henry, with a straw.
But the straw is too long, dear Liza, dear Liza,
The straw is too long, dear Liza, too long.
Cut it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
Well, cut it, dear Henry, dear Henry, cut it.
With what shall I cut it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
With what shall I cut it, dear Liza, with what?
With an axe, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
With an axe, dear Henry, dear Henry, an axe.
The axe is too dull, dear Liza, dear Liza,
The axe is too dull, dear Liza, too dull.
Sharpen it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
Well, sharpen it, dear Henry, dear Henry, hone it.
On what shall I sharpen it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
On what shall I hone it, dear Liza, with what?
On a stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
On a stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, on a stone.
But the stone is too dry, dear Liza, dear Liza,
The stone is too dry, dear Liza, too dry.
Well, wet it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
Well, wet it, dear Henry, dear Henry, wet it.
With what shall I wet it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
With what shall I wet it, dear Liza, with what?
Try water, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
Try water, dear Henry, dear Henry, use water.
In what shall I fetch it, dear Liza, dear Liza?
In what shall I fetch it, dear Liza, in what?
In a bucket, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
In a bucket, dear Henry, dear Henry, in a bucket.
There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza,
There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, a hole.
I haven't thought of this song in ages! Reminds me of being a kid with my grandparents.
ReplyDeleteI have a few times discovered a hole in the bag when walking Ruby. Not so much fun to discover when you are trying to clean up after your dog! LOL
Angel,
ReplyDeleteOh my stars I will be humming this song all day now and as Ruby said we had not thought about it in years!!
Hugs madi your bfff
MOL!! Well, we get holes in plastic bags over here (most notably ones with FOOD inside -- MOL!)
ReplyDeleteI know that song but had no idea there were that many verses! Lucy does the same thing at our house!
ReplyDeleteGreat job! We felines excel at.... Renovations. :)
ReplyDeleteThat musta been tasty paper!
ReplyDeleteYou sure would have a mess on your hands if you hadn't noticed it!
ReplyDeleteAngel was responding to the newspaper editorial? Maybe her and the editor did not share the same opinion. Tee hee hee!
ReplyDeleteEar worm!! Ear Worm!!!
ReplyDeleteMOL! Great, now the Dad is singing again!
ReplyDeleteWe had to use the Google for that song--we'd never heard of it before! Anyway, Angel has something in common with our old bro Eddie--he LOVED to bite on newspapers!
ReplyDeleteThat is funny :)
ReplyDeleteI've not heard of the song. Now I have to check it out :-)
ReplyDeleteangel....ewe iz guiltee until prooved inn o cent.....
ReplyDeletewait.....
any way...lookz ta uz like sum onez mom put de hole in de nooze...just sayin ~~~~ ☺☺♥♥
MOL! Someone likes newspaper, eh?
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