For Alderman, for St. Leif's Day (March 29?). Me on rhythm guitar & Strat, the incomparable Gem Watson on saxocordion (it's really a guitar) & other instruments.
Solo songwriter/guitarist.
Lyrics
[4/4, really manic]
THE SIX-LEGGED POLKA
–J. Wrabek
1.
Years ago, people say, all the ants would hibernate
Like the polar bears, out on the ice;
But one winter was so freezin'–like it sometimes gets in Sweden--
And the ants were really scared they all were gonna die.
2.
They were rescued from the storm, taken in, gotten warm
And fed popcorn till the sun came out again;
We can thank brave St. Leif that we've still got ants today,
And that's why we dance when the ants swarm in the spring.
CHORUS:
We'll dance! The Six! Legged! Polka!
Rub our feelers by the light of the moon;
St. Leif, you're the reason that we stioll have ants in Sweden--
Could've died off from the cold if it hadn't been for you.
3.
We'll all wave our antennae as we circle ‘round our dinner,
In a line like the ants always do;
We've got to help each other–why, that ant could be your brother;
He's just a little smaller, and got more legs than you.
CHORUS:
And we'll dance! The Six! Legged! Polka!
Rub our feelers by the light of the moon;
St. Leif, you're the reason that we stioll have ants in Sweden--
Could've died off from the cold if it hadn't been for you.
BREAK
4.
Strike the match, light the wood, get it burning really good,
Don't forget to leave some popcorn on the shelf;
We'll all be in sorrow if we have no ants tomorrow,
We'll have to eat the stuff in the garden by ourselves.
CHORUS:
And so we'll dance! The Six! Legged! Polka!
Rub our feelers bythe light of the moon;
St. Leif, you're the reason that we've still got ants in Sweden,
Could've died off from the cold if it hadn't been for you.
BREAK
5.
As the winter wind blows cold from the ocean 'round the Pole,
Saint Leif, we're callin' out to you:
Give us faith, hope, and vintage, help us make it through the winter
Eatin' popcorn with the ants, just like you used t'do.
CHORUS:
And we'll dance! The Six! Legged! Polka!
Rub our feelers bythe light of the moon;
St. Leif, you're the reason that we've still got ants in Sweden,
Could've died off from the cold if it hadn't been for you.
[REPEAT CHORUS TILL THE DANCERS GET TIRED, THEN END]
(C) 2007 J. Wrabek dba Outside Services Ltd. All the usual rights reserved just in case. No ants were harmed in the writing of this song.
