Solstice Cheer...

Ee tought tat vhile Ee vas tinking of eet tat Ee vould post zome Solstice songs for all of yoo to zing this year.

"Stalking Prey"
Dashing through the trees
in a mostly bipedal way
over the swamp we go
laughing all the way: Grah ha ha!
Teradactyls o'er the trees
pointing out the prey
oh what fun it is to sing
a slaying song tonight!
Oh run like wind, catch your prey
eat it quick for now.
Oh what fun it is to slay
and eat on Winter Solstice Eve. Hay!

"The First Kill"
The first kill a T-Rex can make
is on certain poor shepherds in fields where they lay.
In fields where they keep their tasty sheep
In the cold winters' night He likes to creep.
Slaughtering, Slaughtering, Slaughtering sheep and shepherds
born is the instinct of a great killer.
They looked up and saw a T-Rex
shining teeth in moonlight above their heads.
And to the earth He dove his big head
and so He slaughtered both day and night.
Slaughtering, Slaughtering, Slaughtering sheep and shepherds
born is the instinct of a great killer.

Clifford zays tat tese are none too 'appy for te rest of yoo. Ee tink tey are very appropiate. 'Owever, 'e 'as zuggested a dachshund solstice song. Eet matches no music Ee know. Zo 'ere goes.

"Dachshund Solstice/Christmas/Thanksgiving/Easter Song"
Hey ha fa la la la la
it's the dachshund song of Solstice time!
Hey ha fa la la la la
it's the dachshund song of Solstice time!
We hunt, we forage for our food
sit and beg and bark some too.
Hey ha fa la la la la
it's the dachshund song of Solstice time!
It's a night of turkey, roast beef, and ham
we don't even mind if you pull out the lamb.
Hey ha fa la la la la
it's the dachshund song of Solstice time!
Anything you want to pass our way
like turkey gravy hey, hey, hey.
Hey ha fa la la la la
it's the dachshund song of Solstice time!
And now our song is good and done
and all our tummy's are full! Arf! Arf!
Hey ha fa la la la la
it's the dachshund song of Solstice time!
Hey ha fa la la la la
it's the dachshund song of Solstice time!

Ee know vhat yoo are tinking. Ee tink zo too. Tey 'ave one zong and keep replacing the 'oliday vord. Eee Gads! Vell to each teir own.