Thursday, 22 May 2014

The Story of Sixto: Day Three

21st May, Day Three


By Daddy
Today we decided to take Sixto along to the Waveney Enterprises Fusion group, as we were concerned he would be lonely without us. He took to the car journey very well, his plastic box strapped in between the children, although was a bit concerned about being carried along the road. Celeste sat with him in the kitchen for the full session, he spent most of it asleep on her lap! When the session finished, the Waveney Enterprises crew all went to meet Sixto and were quite fascinated by him. We went on to our rehearsal at Ditchingham school and he stayed in the van for that one, his box covered up. He seemed happy enough when we returned. We also bought him a deeper box to live in (so he can’t jump out!) and some small poultry food and water feeders. In the evening he seemed far more settled and had a swim in the deep end of roller tray, he also settled in his box and dozed whilst we ate our supper.

I have written a song ..


We call him Sixto

Intro  A, E, D, E x 2

Verse 1
                        A                                  D                      A                      E
We were           sitting by the    river and we     looked over       there
C#m7               D                      Esus4 - E
Saw a little       duckling in        trouble
A                                  D                      C#                   F#m     Bm
Hilary grabbed the       net and             fished him        out
                        D                                  Esus4 – E          Esus4-E
He could’ve       drowned in that            puddle

Chorus
A                      D                      Esus4 - E
            We       call  him            Sixto                and
F#m7               D                      Esus4- E
Boy he makes a            fuss      he’s the
             A         D                                  E          F#m – F#m7
noisiest little creature that you             ever did see –
            D                      Esus4               A
I          wonder what he makes of          us?

We laid him on the table and we dried him in the sun
A tiny wet ball of fluff
He raised his head and he looked us in the eye, and said
‘I’m made of real strong stuff!’

Chorus
We call him Sixto and
Boy he makes a fuss
He’s the cutest little creature that you ever did see
And now he thinks he’s one of us!


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