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Some People One Ought to Know
Arrangements of the poems by Christopher Isherwood for Voice & Pian

Badger (2001)

 

The only fault I find with badgers

Is that they're such appalling cadgers.

If you ask one out to dine

He'll want a dozen of your wine

To take home. If he likes your prints

He'll bother you with clumsy hints:

"I say, who's that picture by?....

It's my birthday next July...."

Once, one asked me for my car -

This was going rather far - 

So I said, "Wouldn't you rather

Take this ring? It belonged to my father;

It's set with diamonds." Calm and bland,

He thanked me and held out his hand.

I had a apoplectic fit:

The Badger walked away with it.

 

Vocalist: Adele Johnson

Butterfly (2001)

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The Patchwork Admiral Butterfly

Likes to find some warm and dry

Parlour or drawing-room, and there

Settle. It hates the open air.

It does not waste its youthful powers

Fluttering over pretty flowers.

It would far prefer to rove

Round a gas-fire or a stove.

This may be why, as I'm told,

Some live to be seventy-five years old.

Camel (2006)

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"I confess," said the camel, "I sometimes wish

My hump wasn't shaped like a pudding-dish.

We might have been fitted with something pretty - 

Like the Turkish mosque at the old white city;

Or why not a statue or a flower,

Or a helmet and crest or a tree, or a tower

Carved with scenes from some classical story, all

In marble and gold, like the Albert Memorial?"

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"Well, well," I said mildly, "there's no deciding - 

But a tree'd be rather a nuisance when riding."

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Vocalist: Rachel Cunningham

Cormorant (2009)

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The common cormorant (or shag)

Lays eggs inside a paper bag.

You follow the idea, no doubt?

It's to keep the lightning out.

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But what these unobservant birds

Have never thought of, is that herds

Of wandering bears might come with buns

And steal the bags to hold the crumbs.

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Vocalist: Julian Mueller

Crocodile (2001)

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Here Mr. Z-------, a crocodile,

Boards the boat-train for Carlisle.

Living is cheap there, that's the reason

So many are visiting it this season.

The careless shopmen leave large chops

Hanging outside the butchers' shops,

And if you're clever, you can lunch,

Without paying, off a bunch

Of liver sausages, or maybe

A stupid nursemaid's left a baby

Unprotected in its pram -

(Babies are very nice with ham) -

Hence the sleek and jolly smile

On the face of this crocodile.

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Vocalist: Meera Bell-Thomson

Doe (2001)

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Here is Titus, our pet doe,

The biggest hypocrite I know.

When visitors come to the house,

He's quiet and gentle as a mouse.

They say, "Oh, the pretty lamb,

Would he like some bread and jam?"

And the artful creature stands

And lets them feed him from their hands.

Maiden ladies stroke his ears

And murmur, practically in tears,

"Look at his great wistful eyes..."

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They would get a slight surprise

If they saw him bite the cook.

As for those great eyes - well, look

A little closer, and you'll see

That one of them is black. That's me.

I hit him with a rolling pin

To stop him hacking at my shin.

Yesterday he killed a cat,

And ate the mutton, lean and fat,

And smashed the china in the sink.

Why we keep him, I can't think - 

Except that it's sometimes amusing

To hear the visitors enthusing.

Elephant (2001)

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Don't argue with an elephant,

It's no use, for you simply can't

Convince any of these stupid creatures; 

Just look at the brute's stolid features - 

Not a gleam of common sense. 

In fact, the elephant's so dense

That if you tell him white is white,

And go on saying so all night,

And prove it with a piece of string

And three rulers, if  you bring

Learned books on Maths and Stinks - 

Still he only sits and blinks

And murmurs, "Oh yes, yes... I've seen

Your arguments; but white is green."

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Vocalist: Meera Bell-Thomson

Ferrets (2001)

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Why do ferrets fish in tubs

With brand-new rods and worms and grubs?

Really, there's something of the mystic

About them, they're so optimistic.

From twelve inches of clear water

They expect to find they've caught a 

Fish, at least, if not a trout.

And if they got a salmon out,

Their ignorance of Nature's such,

It would not surprise them much.

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Vocalist: Adele Johnson

Giraffe (2001)

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Ill-mannered boys perhaps may laugh

At the curious spots on this giraffe.

"What are they for?" you ask. Well, I

Will tell you; each is a bull's-eye

And has afforded constant practice

To many marksmen. For the fact is,

During the War, this creature was mascot

To a regiment quartured at Ascot,

And every morning they would shoot

All over it, from head to foot;

Such was the toughness of its skin

That not one bullet entered in.

Now that you've heard this, you'll at least

Not laugh at the patriotic beast.

Hare (2005)

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A ballet-dancer was Miss Hare - 

Her attitudes made people stare,

Until she caught her face a crack

Doing a high kick round in back

While impersonating Cupid.

Since then, she's been a trifle stupid.

Out there in the street you may

See her almost any day,

Wandering with hands tightly clasped

In front of her. I've often gasped

To watch the vague and dreamy way

She steps before a cart or dray,

In spite of the drivers' objurgations

And the things they say about her relations.

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Vocalist: Adele Johnson

Parrot (2002)

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"I don't know how I'd stand the strain,"

Said a parrot we once in the train,

"Of being cooped up day after day

And shouting, 'Pretty Poll!'; 'Hip Hooray!';

'Chawley!' and 'Damn you' and 'Mind your eye!'

Hanging in that conservatory,

While silly people drink their tea

And make idiotic remarks to me -

If it wasn't that I sometimes get

Out to the country with a net.

Then I'm happy. No doubt you've guessed

I'm an ardent lepidopterist.

At home, I should think that I have quite

Four thousand examples of Cabbage White.

I can collect no other kind,

For unfortunately, I'm colour-blind."

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Vocalist: Rachel Cunningham

Snail (2001)

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The snail has a telephone and bell

Fitted up inside his shell.

He says the thing's a perfect pest:

"When I come out to digest

For forty seconds in the sun,

The bell rings and in I run.

But usually, it's just a call,

For St Thomas' Hospital,

Or: 'Is that Harrods?', 'Is that Alice?'

'Is that George at Buckingham Palace?'

I never have a wink of slumber - 

Somebody always gets my number."

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Vocalist: Jane Pinkerton

Snake (2001)

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This is an ordinary kind of snake.

You may find one if you shake

Almost any pillow or mat,

Or the gardner's dirty old straw hat,

Or a fur rug that you've kept a cat on.

He looks so floppy because he's been sat on;

But beware - a nip from the creature's molars

Will give you an ache like four steam-rollers.

However, if a person handles

Him kindly and feeds him on chopped candles,

He will be gentle as a dove,

And show an almost filial love.

Squirrel (2001)

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This squirrel, although so young and small,

Doesn't live in a tree at all.

One day he left the woods for the town

And now he's climbing up and down

The telegraph-pole outside our house.

 

He hears us grumble, he hears us grouse,

He hears us gnash and rage and curse,

He hears us quarrel; and, what's worse,

He sometimes jumps on the sill and pokes

His head inside and hears our jokes.

 

Oh, if that squirrel ever returns

To his native forests, my cheek burns

To think of the tales he'll spread about -

It'll make his parents' fur drop out. 

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Vocalist: Jane Pinkerton

Weasel King (2002)

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When I am old and feeble grown

And children ask me who I've known

Among the novelists and peers

And great men of my early years,

I shall reply, with haughty look,

"I've never met an earl or duke

Nor a marquis, but I'll sing

About my friend the Weasel King."

His Majesty was small but vicious -

He thought a rabbit's ear delicious

To eat for breakfast, and could bite

Through leather or through vulcanite.

If he ever saw a stoat

He jumped and caught it by the throat.

He led his people into battle

And cut the badgers down like cattle.

Blood was favourite drink, then cider,

He was no temperance-pledge abider.

His scream was louder than ten geese,

When angry;

                        But in times of peace,

He passed a life of ease and culture

With his favourite pet, a vulture.

He didn't live - quite the contrary - 

In a palace like George and Mary.

He scorned vast throne-rooms, and instead

Spent nearly all the day in bed.

Just after tea-time he'd begin

To practice on his violin - 

He had composed a fine lament

On one note, for this instrument - 

And when the music soothed his soul,

He'd take his pipe and fill the bowl

And light it up, and call for lamps,

Chatting of heraldry and stamps.

And once, after a solemn feast,

He rose and pinned upon my breast

A cross awarded for great merit - 

The Order of the Woollen Ferret.

So that is why I always sing,

"God bless our gracious Weasel King."

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Vocalist: Adele Johnson

Whale (2001)

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He's trying desperately, this whale,

To put his head beneath his tail.

He's frightened because someone's told

Him that his stomach's turning gold -

And as you know, with whales and weasels,

When one turns gold, he's got the measles.

As a matter of fact, our friend has not.

He's only slipped on a treacle-pot

Dropped from the deck of a submarine

By the cabin-boy, who was feeling green.

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Vocalist: Jane Pinkerton

Other

The Banker's Daughter (2007)

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Words by Ronald McCuaig

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She told a friend of mine last spring

She found me very int'resting. 

Meaning she deigned to feel inclined

To keep me in her beautiful mind

Maybe a minute, maybe a day,

Until the interest wore away

Its principal to normal blank:

But I preferred a safer bank.

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Vocalist: Julien Mueller

Bleak Midwinter (2000)

 

A Christmas carol

 

Words by Christina Rossetti

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In the bleak mid-winter

Frosty wind made moan,

Earth stood hard as iron,

Water like a stone; 

Snow had fallen,

Snow on snow,

In the bleak midwinter

Long ago

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Our God, heaven cannot hold him,

Nor earth sustain;

Heaven and earth shall flee away

When he comes to reign;

In the bleak midwinter

A stable place sufficed

The Lord God incarnate,

Jesus Christ.

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Angels and archangels

May have gathered there,

Cherubim and seraphim

Thronged the air;

But his mother only,

In her maiden bliss,

Worshipped the Beloved

With a kiss.

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What can I give him,

Poor as I am?

If I were a shepherd

I would bring a lamb.

If I were a wise man

I would do my part,

Yet what I can I give Him -

Give my heart.

©2024 by Jeffrey Naden

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