Saturday, 20 October 2018

Apocryphal Ballad: Larvae Sing "CLOTHING MOTH HAT-DANCE"

POST #188
Allan Sherman
Singable Satire
ORIGINAL SONG: "Mexican Hat Dance" (spoof) Allan Sherman, 1963. The original music, based on traditional Mexican dance-forms from the central and southern part of the country, is also known as "Jarabe Tapatío"; the music, unaccompanied by lyrics, is a typical repertoire item for mariachi.  
LIMERICK VERSE:  Two original poems composed by Giorgio Coniglio, 2017-2018, provided the fodder for these song lyrics. The verses have now been finalized and published at the OEDILF website (the Omnificent English Dictionary in Limerick Form). They can be found more readily on the post "Limericks about Clothing Moths" on our sister blog "Edifying Nonsense".
A mariachi band
Kensington Market, Toronto
August 2018.
PARODY COMPOSED: Giorgio Coniglio, August 2018. 

SONGLINK: The melody and lyrical adaptation for Mexican Hat Dance were used previously by G.C. as the base song for "Dante's 'Inferno' Canto#5a: MINOS'S TAIL TWIST".


(to the tune of "Mexican Hat Dance" with adaptation and 'original' lyrics by Alan Sherman)

Clothing moths, we are not like the fruit fly
(We admit with orange eyes they're a cute fly)
We shun froth, just ask any astute fly,
We eat sweaters and shirts, even hats.

Can't stand fruit, we eat dry, suits us better,
Like your suits; we don't fancy things wetter.
And we love old skin flakes from a shedder,
Like that guy who wears Mexican hats. Olé! 

We can't stand foam or froth.
Our favorite food's 'whole cloth'.
The hats and suits you doff
Are a family meal for the moth.

As adults we don't need feed our offspring. 
We just mate, and do things of that ilk.
Don't fly much, legs we lay,
Larvae hatch, and then they
Ravage cotton and woollens and silk.

Clothing moths! Live like toffs.
We're just snobs - Tineolas,
We play our violas,
While your old sombreros we doff.

Feel voracious? Please look you old meany
We're your dinner guests though we're quite teeny,
We'll infest your old box of 'linguini'.
But don't like your rendition of 'sauce'.  

We can't stand foam or froth.
Our favorite food's 'whole cloth'.
The hats and suits you doff
Are a family meal for the moth.

Now in closing...  your sweaters are tatters,
The scraps literally filled up our platters.
We're engorged on keratinous matter.
Like your silk and wool suits
(We've ignored leather boots),
Left large holes in chapeaux made of cloth.
That's the work of the quirky clothes moth. Olé

UKULELE-FRIENDLY FORMAT (and guitar, too!)
(Click on any chord-chart slide to move to 'song-presentation mode'; then navigate through thumbnails at the bottom of the page.)


For wordplay (palindromes, anagrams, eggcorns, creative cartography, etc.) and silly poetry (polished limericks), see our sister blog "EDIFYING NONSENSEhere.

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