Poopah thought he could sing a lot better than he could. Or perhaps he knew he couldn’t sing too well but didn’t care or maybe he wanted us to think that he thought he could sing. For the record, I will tell you that I know I can’t sing well, but I wish I could. And I purposely sing bad to hide the fact that I am a bad singer. 😉 I sing bad to be funny as well. I think I’m funny but that is another story.
I love singing “Daffy’s Rhapsody” to my girls. I remember recording it off the radio when I was 14 or 15 and listening to it over and over until I remembered all the words and could sing it with Daffy’s lisp. I hadn’t sang that song in 20+ years, but for some reason, I started singing it to Maddie while we waited at the bus stop. I was a little frustrated I couldn’t quite remember all the words, so of course I Googled it on YouTube and found this great video that someone put together that kinda goes with the song. All three girls love watching it on my phone!
I was too young to remember, but I heard the story that my dad would sing “Old Man River” to Uncle Andrew when he was little (3 or 4 maybe?), and after he was done singing, every time Andrew would say, “Sing it again dad!” My favorite song that my dad sang was “Bad Brahma Bull.” I don’t think it was so much the song, about a cowboy riding broncos and bulls, but it was the way my dad sang it. I can’t remember at what point in my life I asked him to write down the lyrics for me (16 or 18, or my early 20s), but he took the time to type out the words on a typewriter for me and I still have that paper today. Back then, computers and printers weren’t prevalent like they are today so using a typewriter to write a note was a big deal. The fact that he hand corrected typos, the lower case ‘i’s and used white out on some misplaced punctuation showed how much he cared in writing out the words for me.
Every time I sing this song, I close my eyes and I hear my dad singing it!