I have lots of rhythm. Lots. More than most white people. Dancing came naturally to me.
“..memories and elephants are playin’ in the band.”
All these years I’ve been singing that lyric to CCR’s, “Looking Out My Back Door.”
Happy Birthday, my delightful little soul, so full of questions and wonder.
When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.
When I was Three
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.
When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six, I’m as clever as clever.
So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.
Milne, A.A. “The End.” Now We Are Six, 1927
He didn’t write it, but he sure lived it and we are all better because of him.
Run free my funny, shiny, stinky, goofy, bumpy, lumpy, nosy, slobbery, stubborn, happy, loud, bawling, bodacious, wonderful, beautiful, sweet, loyal, velvet-eared friend.
So many more walks we will not take.
I thought we would have more time.
I’ll let all the squirrels in the neighborhood know the coast is clear.