Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Day 2 of the Sweat Shop

...and with today's heat and humidity it really was a sweat shop. LOL.

i was right yesterday, today was spent tearing the paper off the HST's and pressing them. Now that's definitely mindless work if there ever was such a thing, so to keep my mind occupied while working thru stack after stack of HST's I thought back to my University days....Penny University, that is!

Penny University was a folk singing club way back in the 70's. it got it's name because the coffee was a penny a cup, and it was just down the road from the local Jr College. Anyone who had a guitar or a banjo could get up on stage and do a 30-45 minute set just for the experience. Gosh there was a lot of great talent back then!

Anyway, one of those mindless songs that was sung was called "Liza and Henry". it was a dialogue song between a married couple with little between them except a certain old bucket...and it goes like this.

Henry: There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza.
There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, a hole.

Liza: Well fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry, dear Henry,
well fix it, dear Henry, dear Henry, fix it.

Henry: But how shall i fix it, dear Liza, dear Liza.
But how shall i fix it, dear Liza, how?

Liza: With straw, dear Henry, etc, etc.
With straw, dear Henry, dear Henry, with straw.

Henry: But how shall I cut it, dear Liza, etc.
But how shall I cut it, dear Liza, how?

Liza: With a knife, dear Henry, etc.
With a knife, dear Henry, dear Henry with a knife.

(by now everyone is laughing)

Henry: But the knife is too dull, dear Liza, etc.
But the knife is too dull, dear Liza, too dull!

Liza: (who by this time is getting a little upset with dear Henry)
Well, sharpen it, dear Henry, etc.
Well, sharpen it, dear Henry, dear Henry, sharpen it.

Patient Henry: But how shall I sharpen it, dear Liza, etc.
But how shall I sharpen it, dear Liza, how?

Liza: With the stone, dear Henry, etc.
With the stone, dear Henry, dear Henry, with the stone.

Henry: But the stone is too dry, dear Liza, etc.
But the stone is too dry, dear Liza, too dry.

Exasperated Liza: Well wet it, dear Henry,etc.
Well wet it, dear Henry, dear Henry, wet it.

Henry: With what shall i wet it, dear Liza, etc.
With what shall i wet it, dear Liza, with what?

Liza (on her last nerve) With water, dear Henry, etc.
With water, dear Henry, dear Henry, with water.

Henry (with a gleem in his eye) But how shall i fetch it, dear Liza,etc.
But how shall i fetch it, dear Liza, how?

Liza: With the bucket, dear Henry, etc.
With the bucket, dear Henry, dear Henry, with the bucket!

(long pause)

Henry: But Liza...(everyone sings) There's a hole in the bucket dear Liza, dear Liza,
There's a hole in the bucket, dear Liza, A HOLE!

1 comment:

Lori in South Dakota said...

yup, it's always been a man thing. Try and get the wife to fix it. Drive her crazy.