Coconuts
COCONUTS
A long time ago, 60 years plus I am sorry to say
My grandfather gave me a 78 record to play
On my Dansette player I eagerly did one day
I heard coconuts in the weirdest way.
It went clippety clop, clippety clop
Just like a slow donkey that didn’t stop
Throughout a cowboy kind of song
With an American drawl slow and long.
It was about a mouse at a pantry door
Who had been scratching for a year or more
And when he got through, he would be mighty sore
There weren’t a darn thing in there
Life gets tedious, don’t it.
So that was the song with the coconut clop
It conjured up the wild west with a coconut flop
A Stetson and a cupboard as empty as could be
With a coconut sound for an old gee gee.
Copyright © Janine Lever | Year Posted 2023
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