SONG CHALLENGE WINNER!

The Song Challenge:   Digging herself in deeper and deeper -- Yep, it's your one and only Giver-uppper of the Golden Cow Chips, back from the 'moving' wars and ready to test your little gray cells once again!! I'll just take this opportunity to let all you wonderful Challenge!rs know how much I've missed you -- and I hope we won't ever be parted for so long again . . . This Challenge! will be sorta personal, if y'all don't mind too much ;-) . . . I do think, however, that it will test your collective imagination and rhyming capabilities satisfactorily . . . Here's a picture of the new homestead, perched appropriately on a high sandstone hill in the Post Oak Savannah of Texas (the East Cross Timbers, to be exact). Please note the sandstone wall on the left . . . behind that wall is a curious little patch of broken stones, buried in a sandy clay loam, quite different from the rest of the grounds (you can't 'dig' here -- there's one inch of dirt, then rock, then THICK wet (not damp) clay).  I've been digging and breaking rocks with my trusty spade and pickaxe for two weeks now, and I still haven't reached the bottom of this strange plot of earth. However, I have discovered a few interesting things buried under the first layer of dirt and rock . . . your Challenge! is to write a song about what I found buried beneath the red-tipped photinias, honeysuckle and asian jasmine . . . let your minds run wild and let your collective freak flags fly, my dear Challenge!rs and GO FOT IT!  Hugs and snogs to each and every one of you -- and two kisses on each of your cheeks (hahaha) -- Áine (songtress, chef, chief bottle washer and now Mad Gardener)


The Guinness Flows in Texas by Bradypus

Bradypus' Comments:  It seemed to me that there was one idea in my previous entry that was worth expanding on. The tune (obviously) is the Yellow Rose of Texas.


There's a dear old house in Texas with a cool and shady yard
It's so uncultivated, and the soil is stony hard
There were two shovels in the shed, but Áine took her pick
And started digging in the yard, tho' it was hard as brick

Chorus:
It's the sweetest little garden that Texas ever new
But hard and sweated labour makes you want to down a few
And Áine's luck was in that day, for now it's plain to see
That the Guinness flows in Texas, and the Guinness flows for free!

As Áine dug the garden, and was staring at the soil
It turned rich and dark and muddy, and she thought that she'd struck oil
But it didn't smell like oil – it was something else instead
For you've never seen such oil with a creamy, frothy head

(Chorus)

Now the Guinness keeps on flowing, and the goddess, without doubt
Has a plan for distribution of her lucky strike of stout
Now the Mudcat Tavern's never dry, there's never any gripe
For the Guinness isn't just on tap – it's delivered by the pipe.

(Chorus)

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