Since the third grade, I've had bits and pieces of a French traditional(?) song called "Au Clair de La Lune" stuck in my head. *g*

The words and pronounciations have become mangled over the years and probably were mangled from the start come to think of it. Finally googled it (and I do love google) and had that flash of enlightenment of "Oh, that's what I've been trying to sing!!!"

1. Au clair de la lune, mon ami Pierrot
Prete-moi ta plume, pour ecrire un mot.
Ma chandelle est morte, je n'ai plus de feu,
Ouvre-moi ta porte, pour l'amour de Dieu.


2. Au clair de la lune,Pierrot repondit:
"Je n'ai pas de plume, je suis dans mon lit.
Va chez la voisine, je crois qu'elle y est,
Car dans la cuisine on bat le briquet."



3. Au clair de la lune, l'aimable Lubin
Frappe chez la brune, ell' repond soudain:
"Qui frapp' de la sorte." Il dit a son tour:
"Ouvrez votre porte, pour le Dieu d'amour."


4. Au clair de la lune, on n'y voit qu'un peu.
On cherche la plume, on cherche du feu.
En cherchant d'la sorte, je n'sais c'qu'on trouva
Mais je sais qu'la porte sur eux se r'ferma.


I knew that there was a second verse, but I only remember the bits from the first verse. I also have memories of Mrs. Taber saying that she wasn't sure whether we should be singing this song because of the "pour l'amour de Dieu"

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Took the kids to Pier 39 via the ferry. T'was a beautiful day and the kids were very "frisky" and very much into bathroom humor. Oy. Lunch at Rainforest Cafe.

I felt like every other phrase out of my mouth was "No, Kyle!". He did not have his listening ears on. Well, he might have then on, but nothing was being processed by his brain. And Alani. Super Stubborn Girl Strikes Again!

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Happy Birthday Mom!

She would have been 74 today. Hard to believe that she's been gone for almost 10 years. I miss her so very much.