Joined: Sep. 2006
|Quote (BWE @ Oct. 20 2006,18:16)|
|I'm not a fig plucker|
Nor a fig plucker's son
But I'll pluck figs
Till the fig plucker comes
The way I've always heard it is:
I'm not a pheasant plucker, I'm a pheasant plucker's son,
and I'll keep on plucking pheasants 'till the pheasant plucker comes.
(It's not just hard to say, it's almost impossible to type.)
I recall that there was some joky English folk-song with those words in the chorus. Anyone remember that?
Where were we?