Happy Birthday fleafighter

[yukkabelle]

[wildbunch]

Hope all your wishes come true.

[Lily]

[glow=red,2,300]Happy Birthday!!![/glow]
Wishing you a wonderful day and happy healthy year ahead.

[huronna]

[wanderinweasels]

Happy Birthday Fleafighter!!! And the WW's with you many, many more!!

[pauljmsn]

Ah, birthday time – oh, hi, Max!

(Max, a handsome Sable ferret in a wheelchair, rolls up and stops next to Paul.)

Max: Hello, sir! It’s pretty empty around here.

Paul: I know. Most of the Skippys are in Washington for the Inaugural. Murphy’s there, too, isn’t he?

Max: Yessir. He’s part of the honor guard representing the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Sammy went along, too, with Clarissa and a delegation from his synagogue’s congregation. It’s an exciting time, sir.

Paul: So it is, and I wish I were there. But I’ve got work to do. Sammy and Clarissa took their son Levi along, didn’t they? That’ll be quite an experience for him. He’ll probably be proud to tell his grandchildren that he was there.

Murphy: Actually, sir, he looked a bit cranky when they left yesterday. He’ll probably sleep through it. But that doesn’t mean that he won’t brag to his grandchildren about it. Grandfathers are like that.

Paul: True. Some Skippys won’t be there, though, isn’t that right? Where did you say they were again?

Murphy: Well, some of them are tooling around the West Indies. They enjoyed that whole “Talk Like a Pirate Day” thing last September so much that they acquired their own tall ship and have been spending a lot of time sailing around the oceans. Rather a good idea this time of year, you ask me.

(The scene shifts to the open seas. A tall-masted schooner – the “Mustelid Princess” – glides along under full sail, positively swarming with Skippys from stem to stern. A banner flaps in the fresh breeze from the foremast: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, FLEAFIGHTER!! Captain Skippy stands on deck and watches the activity around him. He runs a tight ship and is justly proud of his crew. Of course they’re the best sailors around; they’re the Skippys. Beside him is the First Mate Skippy.)

First Mate Skippy: Don’t ya just love the Caribbean in January?

Captain Skippy: Oh, it’s just James Dandy. Pity we can’t be at the Inaugural, but I’m thinking some of us deserved an extended cruise. What do you think?

First Mate Skippy: Just that very thing, Captain! Besides, we've got broadband service onboard, so we can watch the celebration online. For now, this seems like a good opportunity for Celtic Skippy to practice on their singing.

Captain Skippy: Oh, Celtic Skippy is always a treat! Let ‘em set up here on the deck. What song would they be singing?

First Mate Skippy: Oh… A certain song by Enya. “Orinoco Flow”. You may have heard of it.

Captain Skippy: Oh, *that* one! Excellent choice! An ideal subject for an ocean voyage, come to that. Clear the deck, people!

(An area on the deck is cleared. Five slender jills – the members of the group Celtic Skippy – come forward. To one side, the Skippy chorus lines up, and a group of Skippys begin to play accompaniment on violins and harps. Celtic Skippy begin to sing.)

Celtic Skippy:
Let me sail, let me sail, let the Orinoco flow.
Let me reach, let me beach on the shores of Tripoli.
Let me sail, let me sail, let me crash upon your shore.
Let me reach, let me beach far beyond the Yellow Sea.

Skippy chorus:
Mmm-dah, Mmm-dah,
Mmm-dah, Mmm-dah,
Mmm-dah, Mmm-dah,
Mmm-dah, Mmm-dah,
Mmm-dah, Mmm-dah,

Sail away, sail away, sail away…
Sail away, sail away, sail away…
Sail away, sail away, sail away…
Sail away, sail away, sail away…

Celtic Skippy:
From Bissau to Palau - in the shade of Avalon,
From Fiji to Tiree and the Isles of Ebony,
From Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon,
From Bali to Cali - far beneath the Coral Sea.

Skippy chorus:
Mmm-dah, Mmm-dah,
Mmm-dah, Mmm-dah,
Mmm-dah, Mmm-dah,
Mmm-dah, Mmm-dah,
Mmm-dah, Mmm-dah,

Ahhhh….
Turn it up, turn it up, up, up, turn…
Oooohhh…
Turn it up, turn it up, up, up, turn…
Oooohhh…
Turn it up, turn it up, up, up, turn…
Ahhhh….

Sail away, sail away, sail away…
Sail away, sail away, sail away…
Sail away, sail away, sail away…
Sail away, sail away, sail away…

Celtic Skippy:
From the North to the South, Ebudae into Khartoum,
From the deep sea of Clouds to the island of the moon,
Carry me on the waves to the land I've never been,
Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never seen.

We can sail, we can sail with the Orinoco Flow…
We can sail, we can sail… (“Sail away, sail away, sail away…”)
We can steer, we can near with Rob Dickins at the wheel,
We can sigh, say goodbye, Ross and his dependencies.
We can sail, we can sail… (“Sail away, sail away, sail away…”)
We can reach, we can beach on the shores of Tripoli.
We can sail, we can sail… (“Sail away, sail away, sail away…”)
From Bali to Cali - far beneath the Coral Sea.
We can sail, we can sail… (“Sail away, sail away, sail away…”)
From Bissau to Palau - in the shade of Avalon,
We can sail, we can sail… (“Sail away, sail away, sail away…”)
We can reach, we can beach far beyond the Yellow Sea.
We can sail, we can sail… (“Sail away, sail away, sail away…”)
From Peru to Cebu, hear the power of Babylon,
We can sail, we can sail… (“Sail away, sail away, sail away…”)
We can sail, we can sail… (“Sail away, sail away, sail away…”)
Sail away, sail away, sail away…
Sail away, sail away, sail away…
Sail away, sail away, sail away…
Sail away, sail away, sail away…
Ahhhhhh…
Ahhhhhh…
Ahhh…


Happy birthday, Fleafighter!!

Paul

“Orinoco Flow”, music by Eithne Patricia Ní Bhraonáin (better known as Enya), lyrics by Roma Ryan. The group Celtic Woman does a pretty nifty cover of this one.

[greta]

HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHEDAY, GF!! May this be your best birthday ever! And may you have many, many more. Birthday hugs, Greta

[fleafighter]

thanks everyone! didnt really expect that! other than you guys only my sister remembered about my birthday