A Myrtle Beach, South Carolina Squirrel
Felt better, felt better,Felt better last night,
Thanks for again humoring me!
This little sweetie lives on a Five Star Golf Resort Course where friends of ours' have a timeshare. We are lucky they let us hang around them and invited us to visit on our way to Florida!
Last night I felt better,
Felt better last night.
Found a peanut, found a peanut.....
Found a peanut, found a peanut.....
Thanks for again humoring me!
This little sweetie lives on a Five Star Golf Resort Course where friends of ours' have a timeshare. We are lucky they let us hang around them and invited us to visit on our way to Florida!
All of my photos on this post are shot with my digital camera, a Nikon P-90, downloaded and posted without alteration of any kind. Sorry for the blurred second last one, but it is an action shot....
5 comments:
Love, love, love your shots of the cute little gray squirrel, great captures. He is a sweetie.
I worked as a Field Executive and Camp Director for a Girl Scout Council for a number of years long ago. I have heard, and vividly remember, that song. I liked it better than the Fried Ham song.
Fried ham, fried ham, cheese and baloney,
After macaroni, you add mustard, pickles and ketchup,
Then you add some more fried ham, fried ham, fried ham.
Next verse, same as the first, ____________, whole lot worse.
At the blank, add the "change" you'd like to do in the next verse, e.g. "underwater", "a whole lot louder", "with a French accent", etc.
Fun post. Have a great week,
Judy
Now that was lots of fun. I do remember that song, although it was a little different but I don't actually remember how. And of course I've been chasing squirrels off my porch and eating my bird seed long enough to appreciate the wily little guys! Great pictures.
That's the version we used to sing--although I never would have remembered all the words and verses!
Love the squirrel photos!
Never heard that version. Very funny!
oh yes...we sang that all of the time as kids! I'm sure drove my mom crazy
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