Yakov's magpie started chattering the same thing about anyone.
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A Story Made
The table with its sunshade wide,
listened to the chattering.
Old and young sat side by side
around it, gaily nattering.
The birds perched nearby in the trees,
listened to the chattering
rising up on a light breeze.
Indeed the sounds were shattering.
The sun that shone down from the sky,
listened to the chattering.
Knew that once the rain came by,
there would be gentle pattering.
The young and old who felt the drops,
ceased to do the chattering.
Went indoors under rooftops,
resuming their loud yattering.
The sunshade dripping from the hail,
listened to the chattering.
Felt so sorry for a snail,
getting such a harsh battering.
The chairs where everyone had sat,
listened to the chattering.
Many were now lying flat.
there had been quite a scattering.
And so all these things a story made,
all about the chattering.
The elements well displayed,
when all received a splattering.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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The Magpie and the Young Dove
On the ground they struck each other
with their wings out stretched.
But the dove was so much smaller
and couldn’t evade the magpie’s pecks.
As feathers flew, it held down the dove
with its powerful grasping claws.
Once, twice, three times, it pecked,
and again several times more.
The tired dove’s resistance vanished
as the magpie took one hop back.
It stood admiring the results of its conflict
before making its final attack.
This brief encounter was nearly over,
the dove turned to face the magpie,
but then a dog approached the scene
and the magpie flew into the sky.
Keeping a close watch over its prey,
it waited in a nearby tree.
The dog lost interest and sauntered away,
giving the magpie opportunity.
One hop then two, it approached for the kill,
but the dog returned to save the day.
This time the magpie didn’t come back,
and the dove recovered to fly away.
poem by Orlando Belo
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On Hearing A White Backed Magpie Singing In The Rain
The white backed magpie singing and skies so gloomy gray
And magpie does sound happy on such a gloomy day
But why is magpie happy what reason for his joy
All in the depths of Winter this morning in July? .
The rain come down in torrents and dark clouds o'er the hill
And freshening winds blow colder the breath of winter chill
The raindrops freely running adown the window pane
And still the magpie singing and whistling in the rain.
Why is the magpie singing what reason for his cheer
On this cold day in winter the wettest of the year?
The wettest day of Winter the wind blow cold and strong
And merry magpie singing his distinct happy song.
The white backed magpie piping his happy melody
On wettest day in Winter on rain soaked blackwood tree
And I ponder the question the simple question why?
The magpie feel so happy on wet day in July.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Thats How The Whole Thing Started
(graham russell)
I feel just like your love tonight
So whos to say Im wrong
Ive got to say I feel just right
Its never been so strong
There seems so many points to make
But I feel this is a big mistake
Were so old and this is new
But Ive really got to tell you
I always said that you should remain free
But that was up to you and not to me
I started strong but I met someone
You know how long its been
Thats how the whole thing started
Thats how the whole thing started
(chorus)
Thats how the whole thing started
Thats how the whole thing started
Thats how the whole thing started
Thats how the whole thing started
(repeat)
Baby, baby its wrong
But Ive been in and out of love so long
Here we stand not more than friends
I broke your heart again
(chorus)
Sit down with me and we can talk about it peacefully
Were under the strain of a losing game
Thats how it must be
Thats how the whole thing started
Thats how the whole thing started
(chorus)
(repeat chorus)
I feel just like your love tonight
So whos to say Im wrong
Ive got to say I feel just right
Its never been so strong
(compliments to louise weston and cheryl kowal)
song performed by by Air Supply
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3. Unfair Trade
The magpie had opened a jeweller’s
With his liking for silver and gold
Went shopping for stock in the sunlight
Where it shone till his beak took a hold
He wasn’t too keen on the rubies
Though a diamond could shine pretty bright
A gold pocket watch with it’s chain on
Filled magpie with such great delight
Alas his shop put up the shutters
Poor magpie to jail now has gone
Raven police said stocks not paid for
And all got claimed back one by one
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Two Birds Wished To Be Friendly
1 Two birds wished to be friendly
I was the messenger winged
Hither thither cuckoo and magpie
Two birds wished to be friendly
'Come here, o' dear, come here'
coo~~coo~~coo~~~in rising notes
Two birds wished to be friendly
I was the messenger winged
2 Hither thither cuckoo and magpie
Two birds wished to be friendly
I was the messenger winged
Hither thither cuckoo and magpie
Warbling, whistling, fluty trilling
Magpie just couldn't let me read
Hither thither cuckoo and magpie
Two birds wished to be friendly
3 Two birds wished to be friendly
I was the messenger plucked punished
Gloomed cuckoo, confused magpie
Two birds wished to be friendly
Reading failing, messaging failing
Loamy homey cuckoo angry with me
Two birds wished to be friendly
I was the messenger plucked punished
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Best Day Of The Year
This morning very early I heard the magpie sing
And suddenly it dawned on me it's the first day of Spring
The dawning of September and on the stringybark
The white backed magpie whistled sweet music in the dark.
The first day of September the best day of the year
That is if you are living in the Southern Hemisphere
For Spring the Season of beauty and of greenery and youth
A time of bloom and grass growth when seedlings take to root
The Spring came in at midnight from places far away
She crept in through the darkness for her annual three months stay
And magpie he woke early on the stringybark tree
And for the welcome visitor piped his sweetest melody.
This morning very early before the dawn of day
The magpie welcomed the visitor from places far away
And the first day of September the best day of the year
That is if you are living in the Southern Hemisphere.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I fed my ego, but not my soul.
quote by Yakov Smirnoff
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You
It's now become the saddest story
I was never worth the worry
Not that you would notice anyway
But when I'm walking in my sleep
The floor is cold beneath my feet
And as I step
You're with me everyday
You oh you
You've gone and started something
That you won't see through
You oh you
You've got this thing about
What should be coming true
Was a friend
Things were different then
Either way I have to lose
Now it seems
There's a distance between
What you say and what you do
You're steps will always lead me here
I've found myself in God knows where
It's something I will always seem to do
You know you'll ask me how I've been
But what exactly do you mean
What would you like for me to say to you
You oh you
Gone and started something
That you won't see through
You oh you
You've got this thing about
What should be coming true
You were a friend
Things were different then
Either way I have to lose
Now it seems
There's a distance between
What you say and what you do
Was a friend
Things were different then
Either way I have to lose
Now it seems
There is a distance between
What you say and what you do
You oh you
You've gone and started something
That you won't see through
You oh you
Got this thing about
What should be coming true
You oh you
You oh you
You oh you
Gone and started something
That you won't see through
You oh you
song performed by by Bic Runga
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Messin' With My Mind
I said one thing i'd never do was care or hang around for too long anywhere I
could always move ahead with nothing left behind then you started messin with
my mind This town was just another place to play have some fun then be on my
way you were just another way for me pass some time then you started messin
with my mind CHORUS I cant believe how much my mind has changed or the way my
life's been rearanged I swore one thing I'd never do was be to stay inclined
then you started messin with my mind The first in line for party time was me
always the last to leave or try to be I never thought I'd wanna change I suited
me just fine then you started messin with my mind CHORUS
song performed by by Randy Travis
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When the needs of one person are being met by the other, there is laughter.
quote by Yakov Smirnoff
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If love is the treasure, laughter is the key.
quote by Yakov Smirnoff
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I believe there is a direct correlation between love and laughter.
quote by Yakov Smirnoff
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Never having alone time is real tough on people.
quote by Yakov Smirnoff
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We have a choice - we can both think and feel, using our heads and our hearts.
quote by Yakov Smirnoff
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Cant Stop This Thing We Started
You might stop a hurricane
Might even stop the drivin rain
You might have a dozen other guys
But if you wanna stop me baby - dont even try
Im goin one way - your way
Its such a strong way - lets make it our way
Cant stop this thing we started
You gotta know its right
Cant stop this course weve plotted
This thing called love we got it
No place for the brokenhearted
Cant stop this thing we started - no way
Im goin your way!
You might stop the world spinnin round
Might even walk on holy ground
I aint superman and I cant fly
But if you wanna stop me baby - dont even try
Im goin one way - your way
Its such a strong way - lets make it our way
Cant stop this thing we started
You gotta know its right
Cant stop this course weve plotted
This thing called love we got it
No place for the brokenhearted
Cant stop this thing we started - no way
Im goin your way!
Oh - why take it slow
I gotta know
Nothing can stop this thing that we got
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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The Magpie's Nest, Or A Lesson Of Docility
A FABLE
When the arts in their infancy were,
In a fable of old 'tis exprest,
A wise magpie constructed that rare
Little house for young birds, called a nest.
This was talked of the whole country round,
You might hear it on every bough sung,
'Now no longer upon the rough ground
Will fond mothers brood over their young.
'For the magpie with exquisite skill
Has invented a moss-covered cell,
Within which a whole family will
In the utmost security dwell.'
To her mate did each female bird say,
'Let us fly to the magpie, my dear;
If she will but teach us the way,
A nest we will build us up here.
'It's a thing that's close arched over head,
With a hole made to creep out and in;
We, my bird, might make just such a bed,
If we only knew how to begin.'
To the magpie soon every bird went,
And in modest terms made their request,
That she would be pleased to consent
To teach them to build up a nest.
She replied, 'I will show you the way,
So observe every thing that I do.
First two sticks cross each other I lay'-
'To be sure,' said the crow; 'why, I knew
'It must be begun with two sticks,
And I thought that they crossëd should be.'
Said the pie, 'Then some straw and moss mix,
In the way you now see done by me.'
'O yes, certainly,' said the jackdaw,
'That must follow of course, I have thought;
Though I never before building saw,
I guessed that without being taught.'
'More moss, straw, and feathers, I place,
In this manner,' continued the pie.
'Yes, no doubt, madam, that is the case;
Though no builder myself, even I,'
Said the starling, 'conjectured 'twas so;
It must of necessity follow:
For more moss, straw, and feathers, I know,
It requires, to be soft, round, and hollow.'
Whatever she taught them beside,
In his turn every bird of them said,
Though the nest-making art he ne'er tried,
He had just such a thought in his head.
Still the pie went on showing her art,
Till a nest she had built up half way;
She no more of her skill would impart,
But in anger went fluttering away.
And this speech in their hearing she made,
As she perched o'er their heads on a tree,
'If ye all were well skilled in my trade,
Pray, why came ye to learn it of me?'-
When a scholar is willing to learn,
He with silent submission should hear.
Too late they their folly discern;
The effect to this day does appear:
For whenever a pie's nest you see,
Her charming warm canopy view,
All birds' nests but hers seem to be
A magpie's nest just cut in two.
poem by Charles Lamb
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Everybody laughs the same in every language because laughter is a universal connection.
quote by Yakov Smirnoff
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Magpiety
The same and not quite the same, I walked through oak forests
Amazed that my Muse, Mnemosyne,
Has in no way diminished my amazement.
A magpie was screeching and I said: Magpiety?
What is magpiety? I shall never achieve
A magpie heart, a hairy nostril over the beak, a flight
That always renews just when coming down,
And so I shall never comprehend magpiety.
If however magpiety does not exist
My nature does not exist either.
Who would have guessed that, centuries later,
I would invent the question of universals?
poem by Czeslaw Milosz
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The ad in the paper said 'Big Sale. Last Week.' Why advertise? I already missed it. They're just rubbing it in.
quote by Yakov Smirnoff
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