There is a hole in the bucket. . .

04 December, 2006

There's a hole in my bucket,
dear Liza, dear Liza,
There's a hole in my bucket,
dear Liza, a hole.

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

With what shall fix it, . . .
With straw, . . .
The straw is too long, . . .
Well cut it, . . .
With what shall I cut it, . . .
With an axe, . . .
The axe is too dull, . . .
Then sharpen it, . . .
With what shall I sharpen it, . . .
With a stone, . . . .
The stone is too dry, . . .
Then wet it, . . .
With what shall I wet it, . . .
With water, . . . .
In what shall I fetch it, . . .
With a bucket, . . .
There's a hole in my bucket, . . .
This was one of my first memories of my mother singing to me when i really really dint wanna get outta my bed. The song was always so fascinating that it would come back to where it all started. A full circle!!!

2 Scribbles:

Anonymous said...

guess what??? you are going to hear the song again from now on... cant let you miss your mom can we???

ujju said...

that is just a beautiful post!
full circle..life is..is it not?
there s a hole in my bucket
dear liza...

Raise your Shoulders and Fall back on your Knees, Piss through a Dime For the Whole World Sees