There Was a Little Bird
No bigger than a turd
A'sittin' on a telephone pole.
He ruffled up his neck
Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!
Drink it down, down, down, down,
I don't know why, but this one often inspires a whole bunch of harmonizing. Luckily, most of the people who are so inspired tend to be at least decent singers.
In Fort Collins, the RA, Head Eunuch, has taken this song to a new height (well perhaps to new lows :-). He "directs" it, with the final words of each line being HEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLDD out very long. If you're not paying close enough attention when he ends the word (and keep singing), you join the criminals in the Circle. Then he starts over. Usually, by the time he's done, nearly everyone in Circle is IN the Circle.
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|Created||:||2003 August 29|
|Modified||:||2003 September 18; 2004 March 3; October 26; 2005 November 11; 2006 January 28; 2009 October 16: 2010 February 24|
|Author||:||Jeff "Little Head" Hutchinson|
|:||Hutchinson dot Jeff at gmail dot com|