october 25 is gynocentric day 'round this here journal
In honor of Ma Plumerai's fifty-sixth birthday, a partial list of her lyrical variations:
Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater
Had a wife and couldn't keep her
Put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her very well
Until she got out
Here is the church
Here is the steeple
Open it up and [fingers splayed between palms]
Here are the people!
Here is the church
Here is the steeple
Open it up and [fingers splayed on back of hands]
There's nobody there because they all realized it's a crock of shit
O beautiful for spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain
America, America
God shed her grace on thee
And crowned thy good
With sisterhood
From sea to shining sea
Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater
Had a wife and couldn't keep her
Put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her very well
Until she got out
Here is the church
Here is the steeple
Open it up and [fingers splayed between palms]
Here are the people!
Here is the church
Here is the steeple
Open it up and [fingers splayed on back of hands]
There's nobody there because they all realized it's a crock of shit
O beautiful for spacious skies
For amber waves of grain
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain
America, America
God shed her grace on thee
And crowned thy good
With sisterhood
From sea to shining sea