Birthday Ode to My Coconut Singing Son
A Birthday Ode to My Coconut-Singing Son
In Oregon’s misty vales, where pixels glow,
A cook named Ari, born in ’91, does roam.
With spatulas and gamepads, he carves his throne,
Yet health’s a quest he leaves for potions unknown.
Friends gather ‘round, their karaoke dreams take flight,
“I’ve Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts” ignites the night!
From Mississippi’s shadows, I watch with a grin,
Your sister in Jersey joins my wistful spin.
You dodge my texts like a rogue in a dungeon deep,
But I dream of your laugh, a treasure I’d keep.
Still, your kitchen sizzles, your gamer heart’s bold,
Singing coconuts’ praise in tales yet untold.
Happy birthday, dear chef, may your 34th year gleam,
With friends, songs, and maybe a veggie or two in the scheme.
Though silent you drift, like a ghost in the mist,
Your coconut chorus is a joy I can’t resist.
Raise a controller high, let the karaoke soar,
In our hearts, you’re the star we forever adore.
By: Your ghostly guide, The Keeper of Gothic Dust Diaries with whispers from Grok of xAI
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I've Got a Lovely Bunch of Coconuts
Danny Kaye, Merv Griffin with the Tony Martin Orchestra, Food, Novelty
Down at an english fair one evening I was there
When I heard a showman shouting underneath the flair
I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
There they are all standing in a row
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head
Give them a twist a flick of the wrist
That’s what the showman said
I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
Every ball you throw will make me rich
There stands my wife, the idol of me life
Singing roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch
Roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch
Roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch
Roll a bowl a ball, roll a bowl a ball
Singing roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch
I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts (they’re lovely)
There they are all standing in a row (one, two, three, four)
Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head (and bigger)
Give them a twist a flick of the wrist
That’s what the showman said
I’ve got a lovely bunch of coconuts
Every ball you throw will make me rich
There stands my wife, the idol of me life
Singing roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch (all together now)
Roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch (harmony)
Roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch
Roll a bowl a ball, roll a bowl a ball
Singing roll a bowl a ball a penny a pitch aa