SONG CHALLENGE WINNER!

The Song Challenge:   Whilst cleaning up the old Song Challenge! files, getting ready for the Songbook's big move 'home', I found several Challenge! ideas that seem to be tied together in some, like, ya know, cosmic way, man.   ;-)   So, being that goddesses have to be cruel to be kind (oh behave, Amos!), I've decided to raise the bar for the Whole Bag O' Chips by creating a new award -- The Double Dip Copper Cow Chip (with Sprinkles), which will be awarded for connecting the dizzying dots between two or more Challenge! ideas in a song for any Official Double Dip Dare from the Keeper of the Book.   And for my first 'Official' Double Dip Dare, please do not adjust your seat belts and consider the following . . .

Boys who play with their praties . . . -- (OSLO, Norway) Police have confiscated a potentially lethal home-made cannon capable of firing potatoes up to 160 feet.  Six youths in the seaside town of Kristiansand in southern Norway used instructions on the Internet to build the weapon from everyday household objects.  "This home-made weapon is extremely dangerous both for those using it and those being fired at," a police spokesman told the newspaper Faedrelandsvennen.  The boys loaded potatoes down a plastic tube, where an electric ignition device from a gas-fuelled barbecue was installed.  By spraying a flammable gas into the tube and sealing the open end with a cap, potatoes were converted into projectiles with one push of the red ignition button.  Police said the cannon was capable of launching any object similar in size and weight to potatoes.

. . . grow up to be men with issues . . . -- London's Steve Bennett continues his quest to become the world's most successful amateur rocket engineer, with all systems go for launching himself into space in a "test flight" (to an altitude of 10,000 feet) in 2003 on a venture that most professional engineers called foolhardy, according to a June story reported by the BBC.  The more that is known about Bennett's mission (e.g., he recently said it would be a rocket capsule made from a cement mixer, with modest installation and a small computer), the more rocket scientists believe his launch will result in instant death.  However, the louder the criticism, the more certain of himself Bennett professes to be. He still rejects conventional preparations such as wind-tunnel tests and g-force tests:  "That is what the test flight is for," he said.


Sixteen Spuds by SharonA
(Tune: "Sixteen Tons")

Some people say an astronaut is a stud.
A young man's rocket's made of plastic and spud,
Plastic and spud and bar-be-cues,
A mind that's freaked by the veg it spews.

You load sixteen spuds; what do you get?
They hover way overhead, as steep as a jet.
Say, Steven, won't you call me 'cause I can go
And load your ol' mixer -- up it will soar.

I was born here during Nineteen-Sixty-and-Nine,
Just when Armstrong and Aldrin said, "The moon is all mine."
Now I load sixteen spuds of pure Idaho
Although Norway says, "Don't do that no mo'."

You load sixteen spuds; what do you get?
They hover way overhead, as steep as a jet.
Say, Steven, won't you call me 'cause I can go
And load your ol' mixer -- up it will soar.

I was born for soaring; I'm a little insane.
"Flight", "Wing" and "Hubble" are my middle name.
I was raised south of Oslo by an ol' Viking clan.
Ain't no high too far; I'm an explorin' man.

You load sixteen spuds; what do you get?
They hover way overhead, as steep as a jet.
Say, Steven, won't you call me 'cause I can go
And load your ol' mixer -- up it will soar.

If you see spuds comin', better step inside:
A lot of them julienned, a lot of them fried.
One "first" I'm tryin', no others believe:
In a flight to spud heaven, I will lift-off Steve.

I'll load mixer, but... what does he get?
A hovering mother, then a heap of regret.
Say, Steven, don't you bawl because it can't go:
They're slow; they roll. I've flown mixers before.

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