Today is my dad's birthday. I'm missing family today. I called up my folks to wish my dad a happy birthday and mom told me that my sisters were probably coming over later on to have cake and ice cream. I know that they will have angle food cake with green frosting, and Breyers vanilla ice cream. Mom might make homemade hot fudge sauce for my sisters.
A few days ago I was talking to dad and he sang me a song over the phone. This was the song
Bill Gorden's goat (Bill Gorden's goat) was feeling fine (Was feeling fine)
ate three red shirts (Ate three red shirts) from off the line (From off the line)
Bill took a stick (Bill took a stick) and gave him a whack (Gave him a whack)
and tied him to (And tied him to) the railroad track (The railroad track)
The whistle blew (The whistle blew) the train drew neigh (The train drew neigh)
Bill Gorden's goat (Bill Gorden's goat) was doomed to die (Was doomed to die)
He gave three groans (He gave three groans) of mortal pain (Of mortal pain)
and coughed up the shirts (And coughed up the shirts ) and flagged the train (And flagged the train)
My dad cracks me up. Now I have had that song stuck in my head for a few days now.
Love you dad.
1 day ago