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A while back, I searched the series of tubes for the lyrics to a children's song my mother used to sing for us, and lo and behold, I found them. It is an English song, and there was a website that had the lyrics and bit of history about the song, and even mentioned the details of a recording of it.

Now, when search for the same site, I can't find it, as my google-fu is apparently too weak.

I wonder if anyone else is familiar with this song, or, might be able to find that site again.

The song's lyrics:

A, B, C,
Tumbledown D
E, F, G, H, I know.
I, J, K, L,
M, and N, Brings me right back to O.
P, Q, How do you do?
R, S, T, U, Very Well.
V, W, Don't let it trouble you,
X, Y, Z, That's all I know.

It's a lovely, lilting tune.

It's also *not* the rhyme that goes, "A, B, C, Tumble-down D, Cat's in the cupboard but can't see me."

Many thanks for your time and interest.

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David Harmon @ 183: No, I didn't think of that, but I did think of Ash: A Secret History by Mary Gentle.

Also, I like the name, "Godpharmacy"

Jon H @113 & geekosaur @63 "So, for example: What happens to local annotations when the work they are attached to no longer exists in the cloud? "

I'm not sure what happens, but annotations are *not* (only?) stored in the books themselves."

Here it appears a high school student lost his annotations and is suing Amazon for their loss.

'Round these parts*, a London Broil is a thick, round ground-beef patty (usually ground from a steak-cut or roast-cut of beef) that is wrapped around the perimeter in either a) bacon or b) pork fat and then a thin strip of steak, all tied up with string that you remove after cooking. Sometimes the patty is more like sausage meat, sometimes they leave out the strip of bacon.


*all the way up here in Canadia

Abi @13:
Thank you! I think I started humming the tune without recalling at first what it was originally - a really lovely surprise when my fore-brain caught up with my hind-brain. You inspired me to go and watch it again for the umpteenth time.

As for cheez whiz, I confess that although I do really love a beautiful grilled cheese sandwich made with old (or better yet, smoked) cheddar, there's something* about the oozy liquidity of one made with cheez whiz. And the 50's-era crudité of celery spears filled with cheez whiz may be an acquired taste, but I love 'em.

*like some kind of horrible wonderflonium.

#67/69/71 debcha and Scott Taylor

It appears that there was a scene that was cut that involved the birth of Spock; the thinking is that they cast a younger actress because it's easier to make one look old than to make an older actress look young, whether or not that is actually true. But since they cut that scene it ended up appearing to be a nonsensical choice.

I am in the middle of marking, and, following in the footsteps of the great Fragano Ledgister, I thought I'd share this gem:

"As well the deliberate acknowledgment of inter-personal relationships between parent and child, it is irrational and illogical for a parent removing the possibility to save their child if given a way to do so, and so Dr. X's 'ethical' concept is shrewd without having full understanding."

Mind, this is the final sentence of this case study, and as close to a thesis as this student has gotten.

#291 ::: Michael I
Zng, sebz gur Jurry bs Gvzr, va gur Rlr bs gur Jbeyq.

#32 is of course Ryvmnorgu Oraarg. Which is an awesome name in ROT-13.

But how else could they orient themselves?

#49: I'm sure there are all kinds of practical and scienctifical reasons why this wouldn't work, but I wonder: given sufficient miniaturization, could you put the scrubbers right on the exhaust, and have an (almost) closed system?

I have just finished making an MA thesis in philosophy (and defending its honour!)

I have made dinner most nights this month.

I have made bento lunches this summer and fall on days when I would otherwise be tempted to eat takeout.

I am in the process of making a home out of the jumble-sale I have moved into to live with my partner (his family members come gratis.)

I have made a tutorial outline for the class I am a teaching assistant for this semester (oh, Social Aspects of Reproduction - you make me so comfortable with the word vagina.)

I have made myself sick by having poor hygiene in the company of sick friends.

I have made a few new friends in my new PhD program.

Neil, Adrian, Christopher, albatross, Lance, and Carol - thank you for the suggestions. I think that probably "you've got to eat what you've set before you" will work best. I'm using aphorisms for section headings in the last two chapters (recent threads have been a goldmine!) I'm trying here to express that people who don't have the personal transportation have fewer choices for accessing health care, and so "beggars can't be choosers" is perfect but I really don't want to link the idea of beggars *that* directly with the kinds of socioeconomic disadvantage that comes up in this section.
Thanks very much - with your help I'll get this thing to the defense yet!

Aaack! I have thesis brain meltdown, and I humbly request the assistance of the fluorosphere. I need an equivalent expression to "beggars can't be choosers" but without the connotations of 'beggars.' Any thoughts?

Clifton, Kip, thanks very much. I am emailing my friend with these details to see if they ring any more bells. Also, that's a few more items to add to my search string.

Requesting the help of the interweb! A friend was recently trying to remember the name of a short story she read when she was a child about 20 years ago. It featured a boy who was a moth collector. One night a swarm of moths breaks through his window and surrounds him, lifting him up and carrying him across the fields and into a forest. The swarm has moths of all sizes, including huge ones. Eventually, once deep in the forest, he feels a sharp pain and the swarm dissipates, he can see he's in a clearing and there are the remains of other little boys pinned to the trees surrounding the clearing. Looking down he sees he's also pinned to a tree. Creepy!

I have never read this story, but now I'd kind of like to and my google-fu is not turning anything up. Does this ring a bell with any of you?

We had a lovely dog when I was growing up, a scottish deerhound, and we often said that she had as many lives as a cat. One instance when she was a puppy involved her chewing off the zippers on her covered bed because she loved pulling out the stuffing, after which we used diaper pins to hold it closed. She worked out how to open the diaper pins, and every once in a while there'd be one less when we put the bed back together.
One day, she ate a magnet off the fridge, and at some point later vomited up:
-the magnet
-at least 4 *open* diaper pins
-several other small objects.
She was fine. Apparently no perforations from the weeks of carrying open 3" pins around in her stomach, or from retching them up en masse.

*sniff*. I miss that dog. She was a good girl.

re Indiana Jones:
Vf vg cbffvoyr gung bar bs gur nyvraf unq vgf urnq ybccrq bss juvyr vg jnf fgvyy syrful? Naq gung gur bguref jrag fxryrgny hagvy nyy gur fho-cebprffbef bs gur uvir zvaq pbhyq or erpbaarpgrq? Gb or ubarfg, V'z abg fher ubj gung jbhyq svg va jvgu gur pbadhvfgnqbe cneg bs gur fgbelyvar. V yvxrq gur zbivr, ohg V xvaq bs jvfu vg unqa'g vaibyirq nyvraf.

*pink faced embarrasment* wrong thread. Too many tabs open at once. *slinks off back to lurkdom*

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