"Feed the Birds"
Birds and Souls Are Cared for by the Bird Lady
This HTML creation is for a lady whose great appreciation of life and great sense of humor provide comfort for her friends and has become a new Muse for me. I will always be thankful that God sends this angel each day to feed the birds and to feed our souls.
The humor you find that follows this short introduction is a small introduction of the humor of a retired teacher and retired nun whose birthday this July finds her turning 77. Just enough time to keep spreading her piano playing and good deeds.
While the C-5 was turning over its engines, a female crewman gave the G.I.s on board the usual information regarding seat belts, emergency exits, etc. Finally, she said, 'Now sit back and enjoy your trip while your captain, Judith Campbell, and crew take you safely to Afghanistan. An old Master Sergeant sitting in the eighth row thought to himself, 'Did I hear her right? IsIs the captain a woman?' When the attendant came by he said 'Did I understand you right? Is the captain a woman?' Yes,'! said the attendant, 'In fact, this entire crew is female.'
'My God,' he said, 'I wish I had two double scotch and sodas. I don't know what to think with only women up there in the cockpit.' 'That's another thing, Sergeant,' said the crew member, 'We No Longer Call It The Cockpit.' 'It's The Box Office.
'Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperm, she'll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she'll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she'll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she'll give you her heart.
She multiplies and enlarges what is given to her. So, if you give her any crap, be ready to receive a ton of mess.'
Women are Angels. And when someone breaks our wings, we simply continue to fly...usually on a broomstick. We are flexible like that.
St. Paul's Cathedral
Feed the Birds
1964
Performed by: Mary Poppins (Julie Andrews)
Written by: Richard M. Sherman and Robert B. Sherman
Early each day to the steps of Saint Paul's
The little old bird woman comes.
In her own special way to the people she calls,
"Come, buy my bags full of crumbs.
Come feed the little birds, show them you care
And you'll be glad if you do.
Their young ones are hungry,
Their nests are so bare;
All it takes is tuppence from you."
Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag.
"Feed the birds," that's what she cries,
While overhead, her birds fill the skies.
All around the cathedral the saints and apostles
Look down as she sells her wares.
Although you can't see it, you know they are smiling
Each time someone shows that he cares.
Though her words are simple and few,
Listen, listen, she's calling to you:
"Feed the birds, tuppence a bag,
Tuppence, tuppence, tuppence a bag."
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