Found Words – Wikipedia

September 26, 2009

Found while having a discussion of the ending of an old children’s song, this entry made my night just a little more ridiculous:

Little Bunny Foo Foo is a children’s rhyme, involving a rabbit harassing a population of field mice. The rabbit is scolded and eventually punished by a fairy.

The rhyme is usually sung by an older person to a younger child, using a repetitive tune that reinforces the meter, accompanied by hand gestures. In this mode of transmission, it is a form of tickle play that teaches and reinforces motor skills, often passed as childlore.

One of the more popular versions of the song is as follows:

Little bunny Foo Foo
Hopping through the forest
Scooping up the field mice
And bopping them on the head
Down came the Good Fairy, and she said
“Little bunny Foo Foo
I don’t want to see you
Scooping up the field mice
And bopping them on the head.””

Found Words – Joshua Radin

September 25, 2009

“Now here’s the sun, come to dry the rain
Warm my shoulders and relieve my pain
You’re the one thing that I’m missing here
With you beside me I no longer fear”

-I’d Rather be with You

Found Words – Paul Rioux

September 24, 2009

Killing me softly:

Responding to complaints about “large and unruly crowds” of teens playing basketball on Jefferson Parish streets,  the Parish Council on Wednesday banned basketball and other games on public streets and sidewalks when authorities deem the activity a nuisance or safety hazard.

Written Words – Trying

September 22, 2009

It’s just a little too far.

Words slip through my hands,

language forgotten as soon as it is heard.

I dig through the sand at my feet

and try to remember.

Found Words – The Big Bang Theory

September 21, 2009

“In the world of emoticons, I was colon-capital-d.”

-Sheldon, ‘The Electric Can Opener Fluctuation’

Found Music – Robbie Seay Band

September 18, 2009

New day:

And if you’re like me
You need hope, coffee, and melody

Found Words – Ray Bradbury

September 18, 2009

“”Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there. It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.””

-Fahrenheit 451, Part 3, p. 157