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Shaking the Tree ~ Peter Gabriel

Roderick Rusk bought an elephant tusk And some smelly old civet cat musk When he went to the dentist A second rate apprentice

So sorry to hear the sad news, Hayley. It really is like losing one of the family

Whole Lotta Love ~ Led Zeppelin

Brother Love's Traveling Salvation Show ~ Neil Diamond

Roderick Rusk bought an elephant tusk And some smelly old civet cat musk

There was a small puppy from Spain A dachshund with a curious name Fernando the second His teeth were a weapon

Ballad of Hollis Brown ~ Bob Dylan

I was taught to break off the side shoots that grow between the main stem and the outside leaves so that the plants don't get too bushy. Each one of these go onto having flowers and tomatoes.

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound’s the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost

The Ballad Of Lucy Jordan ~ Marianne Faithfull

Diamond Dogs ~ David Bowie

Mad Dogs and Englishmen ~ Noël Coward

Erik, a plump lad from Norway Took an overnight ferry to Torbay He pigged out in the cafe Met a girl named Melaffey And unfortunately got stuck in a doorway A lively young lassie from Glasgow

Quite a bit older than when I first replied to this poll!

Erik, a plump lad from Norway Took an overnight ferry to Torbay He pigged out in the cafe

A Salty Dog ~ Procol Harum

Sundays too my father got up early And put his clothes on in the blueblack cold, then with cracked hands that ached from labor in the weekday weather made banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him. I'd wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking. When the rooms were warm, he'd call, and slowly I would rise and dress, fearing the chronic angers of that house, Speaking indifferently to him, who had driven out the cold and polished my good shoes as well. What did I know, what did I know of love's austere and lonely offices? Those Winter Sundays by Robert Hayden

Reading A House In the Country by Ruth Adam. A group of friends, just after WW2, lease a Manor house in Kent and discover it's not all rural bliss. Based on Adam's own experience.

Dog Days Are Over ~ Florence and the Machine

A posh young chap from Tolpuddle Got himself into a terrible muddle Whilst learning to drive He nudged a beehive And his size puffed up by double Erik, a plump lad from Norway

Yellow Bird ~ Roger Whittaker

A posh young chap from Tolpuddle Got himself into a terrible muddle Whilst learning to drive

May the Bird of Paradise Fly Up Your Nose ~ Little Jimmy Dickens Used to love singing this when I was young

Mwaahahaha... you'll never escape! There once was a sailor named Barnie Whose mother was called Edith Garny He purchased a boat And along with a goat He demolished a pile of spam sarnies. A posh young chap from Tolpuddle