Dan Gribbin

Dan Gribbin

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Folk - Contemporary | Daytona Beach, Florida, United States
Total Song Plays: 2,849   
Member Since: 2005
   Last Login: over 30 days ago

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We're sandhill cranes, with half-filled brains;
I'm a flighty kind of guy, and she's a ditsy dame.
We refused to study and our moms were peeved;
When we found each other we were so relieved.

We're two birds of a feather; we're identical types.
On our heads in red are identical stripes.
We're sandhill cranes with half-filled brains.
And we don't mind a bit if we're called half-wit.

Like all cranes worldwide, on our wings we glide;
Our brains we depend just as little as we can.
And our diet is strange; through the fields we range,
Caterpillar is preferred, though we will eat grains.

Though we mate for life, there's considerable strife;
You'll have ruffled pin feathers with a crane for a wife.
We're sandhill cranes, with half-filled brains;
Anything we learn dribbles down the drain.

We are four feet high, with bright yellow eye;
We could peck your neck if you happened by.
But we're not that sort; we're just good sports,
Though we don't like coot 'cause they're too darn short.

In our mating dance, we will jump and prance,
Then we'll bow to each other; what a sound we will utter.
We're sandhill cranes, with half-filled brains,
And we stay outdoors even when it rains.

© 2003 by Daniel V. Gribbin

Song Length
Folk - General
Tempo / Feel
Medium Fast (131 - 150)
Lead Vocal
Male Vocal

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