Sounds of Home – Thanks

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Welcome to the November 24th edition of Sounds of Home!

The Fox

The fox went out on a chilly night
He prayed for the moon to give him light
For he’d many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o, town-o, town-o
He had many a mile to go that night
Before he reached the town-o

He ran till he came to the farmer’s pen
The ducks and the geese were kept therein
He said, “a couple of you are gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o, town-o, town-o
A couple of you are gonna grease my chin
Before I leave this town-o.”

He grabbed the great goose by the neck
And he threw a duck across his back
And didn’t mind their quack, quack, quack
And their legs all dangling down-0, down-o, down-o
He didn’t mind their quack, quack, quack
And their legs all dangling down-o.

The old grey woman jumped out of bed
Out of the window she popped her head
Crying, “John, John, the great goose is gone,
And the fox is on the town-o, town-o, town-o!
John, John, the great goose is gone,
And the fox is on the town-o!”

Then John, he went to the top of the hill
Blowed his horn both loud and shrill
The fox he said, “I better flee with my kill,
Or they’ll soon be on my trail-o, trail-o, trail-o!”
The fox he said, “I better flee with my kill,
Or they’ll soon be on my trail-o!”

He ran till he came to his cozy den
And there were the little ones eight, nine, ten
Sayin’, “Daddy, Daddy, better go back again,
For it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o!”
Sayin’ “Daddy, Daddy, better go back again,
For it must be a mighty fine town-o!”

The fox and his wife, without any strife
Cut up the goose with a fork and a knife
They never had such a supper in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o, bones-o, bones-o
They never had such a supper in their life
And the little ones chewed on the bones-o

English folk song

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A Poem by Emily Dickinson

Most she touched me by her muteness —
Most she won me by the way
She presented her small figure —
Plea itself — for Charity —

Were a Crumb my whole possession —
Were there famine in the land —
Were it my resource from starving —
Could I such a plea withstand —

Not upon her knee to thank me
Sank this Beggar from the Sky —
But the Crumb partook — departed —
And returned On High —

I supposed — when sudden
Such a Praise began
‘Twas as Space sat singing
To herself — and men —

‘Twas the Winged Beggar —
Afterward I learned
To her Benefactor
Making Gratitude

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Like to lend your voice?
Our upcoming theme is “quit”

If you have a response to this theme – whether a story or memory, original piece of writing or poetry, music, radio drama, or one-liner – the sky’s the limit –  or would like to guest host or lead a song to sing together, 
we’re eager to hear from you!

To submit a response, 
please make an audio recording and email it to Molly
or send in a written response to be read aloud on the program.

Contact Molly at tulkmo01@luther.edu for information and submissions.
Submission deadline is Monday, November 30th.