I did my best to fade the song mood as Ciggi does. I love the way she makes a high note either a sigh of delight or one of despair.


The Ant and the Grasshopper

You came and sat under my apple tree,
a friend of a friend
Bringing neither wine nor roses,
only something that you’’d penned

I’’d never been given
anything so original before
I found out later
it was by Sir Thomas Moore

You feasted in my garden,
I never invited you
But you were charming
and witty
and a damned good screw

You stayed a long while,
I couldn’’t get rid of you
Singing day and night,
you sewed sequins on my shoes

Painted my walls orange,
made jelly from my apple tree
But you couldn’’t keep a job
and were no good for me

I ended that dream of summer,
told you to leave one day
But oh your smile
turned lead to gold
and you were a bloody good lay

But oh your smile
turned lead to gold
and you were a bloody good lay