Friday, March 21, 2014

I Don't Impress Him Much

The Pony has an interesting way with words.

Just this morning, as we rounded one of the final curves before Newmentia, we were grooving to T-Hoe's 60s station, singing along with Roger Miller's "England Swings Like a Pendulum Do."

"Have you ever heard this song, Pony?"


"Catchy tune, huh?"

"It's okay."

"It's kind of insulting, now that I think of it in this day and age. Maybe it needs new words. 'England swings like a pendulum do...and it's an island, whoop-ti-doo...' How about that? Do you like that?"


I switched stations. Came across a bit of discussion on that missing airplane. "They have a new theory every half hour. Yesterday they thought they saw the wreckage off the coast of Australia. Huh. Is Australia even anywhere near Malaysia?"

"Ay yay yay! Down and to the right!"

"What? You mean it's not around the world from there?"

"Down! And to the right!"

"Oh. Hey, Clint Black. 'So long...farewell...vaya con Dios, good luck...' What does that mean, vaya con Dios? You have Spanish."

"Um. Not sure."

"Doesn't Dios mean God?"

"Oh. Yeah. Vaya con Dios means go with God."

"I'm glad you knew that. You ARE in your second year of Spanish."

"You think of my generation as ignorant swine."

"No. I don't. At least you know geography."


Sioux said...

No Shania Twain on the radio?

Hillbilly Mom said...

Surprisingly enough, I was listening to Shania Twain as I typed it. You must be some kind of crazy psychic, Madam!