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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) -- �ine (songtress, chef, chief bottle washer and now Mad Gardener)


Look What I Found On My Land by Melanie Kafka (Safka) (a/k/a Jack the Sailor)

Look what I found on my land, Ma, look what I found on my land.
Well it's too scary to describe and they took it outta my hands, ma.
look what I found on my land.

What has it done to my brain, ma, what has it done to my brain?
Attacked it like a pod person until I'm half insane, ma.
What have I found on my land?

Wish I could find a safe house to live in. Wish I could find a safe house.
Well if I could find a real safe house I wouldn't have to come out and look at
What I have found on my land.

La la la � (etc.)

Maybe it'll all be alright, Ma, maybe it'll all be okay,
Well, if I call the government they'll send the FBI, Ma,
Look at what I found on my land.

Scully and Mulder are here , Ma, Scully and Mulder are here,
The FBI will investigate something really queer, Ma,
Scully and Mulder are here.

Look what I found on my land, Ma, look what I found on my land.
Well, they tied it up in a plastic bag, and sent it to the lab, Ma,
look what I found on my land.

Look what I found on my land, Ma, look what I found on my land.
Well it's too scary to describe and they took it outta my hands, ma.
look what I found on my land.


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