Mama said to Papa, be quiet as a mouse
So Papa climbed up on the top of the house
Made a lot of whoopee, made a lot of noise
Stood up and cheered with the rest of the boys,
Baby's in the cradle, brother's on the town
Sister's in the parlor, trying on a gown
Mama's in the kitchen, messing all around
And Papa's on the housetop, he won't come down
I've been on the roof. First I was painting rust. When it was white again a dragon was suggested. But for whom to see? My little shack is landlocked on the narrowest of streets. Make a painting for no one on corrugated steel when I could at any moment slide off to my doom? I wouldn't do it.
But in the back of my closet was a can of paint. I stirred it. Before I knew it I was back on the roof. Now I have a new dragon painted for google and god, it's only possible audience. Though I doubt either one has noticed.
