Bird Proverbs

“If you venture out with vultures,

you might just start to hiss.”

 (a Granny-ism)

Vultures don’t have the vocal chords to sing prettily like many birds. They make a rude hissing sound. They are birds of prey that eat carcasses – dead bodies of animals. Yuck! They eat “road kill” – those poor animals that got hit trying to cross the highway.

This proverb means that if you hang around with people who do nasty, bad things and use bad language, you might start to act and talk like them. Rather, you should be friends with people who do good things and talk nicely. If you hang with bad people who do bad things and use bad words, they will want you to do bad things with them. Be wise! Choose good friends! Don’t be fooled!

“Bad company ruins good morals.”


The Bluebird of Hoppiness wants to get back to her friends.  The vultures are not too friendly towards her.

“Birds of a feather flock together.”

Another proverb is “Birds of a feather flock together.” It means people keep company with other people who like to do the same things. So, don’t hang out with vultures!

It looks as if the Bluebird of Hoppiness found her friends!

Deep in the Heart of Texas

This song is played at many public events in Texas, especially at RODEO time!

Here is an easy way to play this Texas song, if you know the melody:

Left Hand = C position;  Right Hand starts in C position

Fifth on LH = C + G;     Second on LH = F + G


(LH) Fifth (RH) C C E —-

(LH) Fifth (RH) C C E (“Clap-clap-clap-clap!”)

(RH) GGGG  A E D ——

(LH) Second (RH) B B D —-

(LH) Second (RH) B B D (“Clap-clap-clap-clap!”)

(RH) GGGG  A E C (w/ Fifth on LH)

See chart on INTERVALS under “Piano Theory” sidebar for illustration of “Second” and “Fifth”.

By Love of George

by Granny Vee

This poem recounts an incident during the French and Indian War of which George Washington himself wrote.  It shows  forth his bravery and willingness to sacrifice himself for others.   More details may be found in the book George Washington’s Sacred Fire by Peter A. Lillback.

By Love of George

Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.” (John 15:14)

They hadn’t yet all received the word that the enemy had run

They were marching towards a battle but the battle had been won

There before them was their own vanguard who were their very brothers

But from afar and in the dusk, they could not identify each other

Rifles lifted and took aim and fatal shots rained down

From ‘friendly fire’ bodies fell to the sullen ground.


Now some soon saw that both the flanks were of the selfsame side

But only George, without a thought to his own safety, took the fearless ride

His driving intent was to prevent more loss and he would need to dare

To go between the lines of fire, with bullets flying everywhere!


His sword unsheathed, upon his horse amidst fireballs he came

Boldly, he whacked the rifles up – off their misplaced aim

To the effect that bullets sailed off harmless into air!

So the lives of many soldiers, by love of George, were spared.


Yes, Washington, he saved the day and by Providential grace

George himself escaped unharmed, other mighty fights to face.

He was miraculously protected by the Great Almighty’s hand

Who had chosen him to fight the fight for freedom in this land

This brave young man of courageous heart had great tasks yet to be

For George was destined by the Lord to lead the charge for liberty!


(C) 4th of July, 2011 CAVenable


Destined = coming about through a plan

Flank = side or wing

“Friendly fire” = a term for shots coming from one’s own forces hitting accidentally one’s own

Sullen = gloomy

Providential = advantageous, here referring to God’s hand bring the advantage!

Providence = a common term in colonial times for God and God’s will

Unsheathed = pulled out of its covering

Vanguard = advance guard or front line

The Habits of This Rabbit



by Buttons the Bunny


I like to slip-slide down my ol’ bunny hole

I hippity-hop when I go for a stroll

I jiggle my jambs and I wiggle my nose

I like to jump, jump where the green grass grows.


I have an odd habit of bobbin’ my head

I collect buttons and bounce on my bed

I fiddle a fiddle with no fiddle there

But whatever I do, I do it with flare!


I dawdle and doodle and dance with a mop

I bugle and bellow and blow bubbles in pop

I chuckle and chortle at jokes that aren’t funny

But I hope you’ll still think me one charming bunny!


I dart among bushes and dangle from trees

I ask for more berries, and always say “please”

I twiddle and tumble and twist, twist my ears

But I’m hopeful and happy and full of good cheer!


I try to act rightly whatever I do

I try to speak kindly and politely, too

I share my carrots and eat all the rest

I think on good things and hope for the best


These are the habits of this rabbit

For me, they’re not strange

These are the habits of this rabbit

Who’d want me to change?


Granny Vee says, “I wouldn’t want you to change, Buttons!   I love you just the funny way you are!”

(C) 2008 CAVenable