Inspried by the RDP Prompt: SOUL

I got in a few conversations about the Death of Rock and Roll and just as I was about to write an obituary and set up a grave stone for it I remembered something.

My Grandparents taught me to sing all of these old songs from the 1920’s up to the 1940’s. They even taught me slang from that Era and the phrase ” Bees Knees and Cat’s Pajamas ” are  part of my lexicon.

Most of the songs they taught me have turned up on youtube or other sites, but I actually have most of the songs I like on tape ( lol- yes you read that right ) and vinyl.

But my point is, that music hasn’t died in my world because my Grandparents  taught those songs to me, they danced with me when those tunes were on the radio. Those old songs still  have a pulse.

I have a Granddaughter and slowly but surely I am doing the same thing. This was the first one I taught her ( with the help of Alexa ) :

Photo A.M. Moscoso

One song- as I learned it from my Grandma Ginger and the other version is what happened to it when it hit my generation. You know, my Grandparents would have approved. They  would have said Joan Jett was cooking with gas when she did her version of this song:

Birds do it, bees do it
Even educated fleas do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

In Spain the best upper sets do it
Lithuanians and Latts do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it
Not to mention the Finns
Folks in Siam do it
Think of Siamese twins

Some Argentines, without means do it
People say in Boston even beans do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

Romantic sponges they say do it
Oysters down in Oyster Bay do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

Cold Cape Cod clams, ‘gainst their wish, do it
Even lazy jellyfish do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

Electric eels, I might add, do it
Though it shocks ’em I know
Why ask if shad do it
Waiter, bring me shadroe

In shallow shoals, English soles do it
Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

When the little bluebird 
Who has never said a word 
Starts to sing Spring
When the little bluebell 
At the bottom of the dell 
Starts to ring Ding dong Ding dong 
When the little blue clerk 
In the middle of his work 
Starts a tune to the moon up above 
It is nature that is all 
Simply telling us to fall in love 

And that's why birds do it, bees do it 
Even educated fleas do it 
Let's do it, let's fall in love 

Cold Cape Cod clams, 'gainst their wish, do it 
Even lazy jellyfish do it 
Let's do it, let's fall in love 

I've heard that lizards and frogs do it 
Layin' on a rock 
They say that roosters do it 
With a doodle and cock 

Some Argentines, without means do it 
I hear even Boston beans do it 
Let's do it, let's fall in love 

When the little bluebird 
Who has never said a word 
Starts to sing Spring spring spring 
When the little bluebell 
At the bottom of the dell 
Starts to ring Ding ding ding 
When the little blue clerk 
In the middle of his work 
Starts a tune 

The most refined lady bugs do it 
When a gentleman calls 
Moths in your rugs they do it 
What's the use of moth balls 

The chimpanzees in the zoos do it, 
Some courageous kangaroos do it 
Let's do it, let's fall in love 

I'm sure sometimes on the sly you do it 
Maybe even you and I might do it 
Let's do it, let's fall in love
Let's do it, let's fall in love