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Whiskers in the Jar
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Why would anyone save cat whiskers? Only a twisted mind can answer.
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Marc Gunn is an Irish and Scottish folk singer with a strange affinity for Celtic ballads, drinking songs and cats, and he is the lead singer for the Brobdingna
Marc Gunn is an Irish and Scottish folk singer with a strange affinity for Celtic ballads, drinking songs and cats, and he is the lead singer for the Brobdingnagian Bards.
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Genre
World • Traditional Celtic
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Peak #170
Peak in subgenre #1
Author
Nancy e. Pearsall, Trad.
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Marc Gunn
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April 02, 2008
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MP3 4.7 MB • 192 kbps • 3:26
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As I was throwin' pennies like wishes in a fountain I heard two women talking 'bout their babies and recountin' How one had lost a tooth already, giggling and merry They joked about inflation for the stork and the Tooth Fairy Mush a ring dum a doo dum a da Whack for my daddy'o Whack for my mommy'o, there's Whiskers in the jar I chuckled when I saw a pillow lifted, and a penny Being hurled across the bedroom, and replaced it with a twenty I sighed with relief that my cats would never bleed me --- But admitted there were times I rather wished I had a baby Well later on that night, I drove home to my apartment Was greeted by my kitties, and refilled their food and water And there beside the feeding bowl was a whisker on the carpet "Kind of like a baby tooth" I thought, and so I saved it 'Twas early the next morning, I placed upon the mantel Another that I spotted watching "Sleepless in Seattle" Before too long, the few had grown into a small collection And I'll admit it's odd, but I regard them with affection Some parents push their daughters in the carriages out strolling And others take their sons to soccer, baseball or out bowling But I shop for catnip, making sure that it's organic And brag on my cats' cleverness with pride that is gigantic When friends of mine come over and they see my jar of whiskers I assured them it's not voodoo, and eventually they snicker And when my cats are gone, and I'm beside myself all lonesome That jar will come in handy for the day I want to clone them
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