One about my family tree/attic and the

Bu2

skeletons in the closet:

Birds in the Belfry

Grandma had bats in her belfry
but she also liked the birds
Sometimes she fed them
sometimes misled them
and some sing a song still unheard

Until now
That old cow

Grandpa had a taste for the liquor
but he also liked the birds
Sometimes he tamed them
sometimes defamed them
and some learned to live just to serve

Until then
Those old hens

Mom had the bats and the wine
Dad had his toes on the line
and then there were we
Baby me makes us three
and so everything should’ve been fine

But all hell broke loose
(it occasionally does,
and it’s simply because
hell breaks loose)

Don’t blame the wine
It really is fine

It’s the goose that got loose
not my tongue
with the runs….
So just shut up
and let me have fun!

Until eternity
Then you’ll see

It wasn’t the wine
It was fine

- BuMan n Lisbon, 2006