Once again, calling everyone. First another birthday guy:
Herb Albert:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=deonuNSpmLs
Now, a funny memory. I got up with the German Measles and
couldn't do The Highwayman and I was glad, because I got
stage fright.
Then my Daddy told me about the guy he knew who did this one:
midnight, in his guarded tent,
The Turk was dreaming of the hour
When Greece, her knee in suppliance bent,
Should tremble at his power;
In dreams, through camp and court he bore
The trophies of a conqueror;
In dreams, his song of triumph heard;
Then wore his monarch's signet-ring;
Then press'd that monarch's throne -- a king:
As wild his thoughts, and gay of wing,
As Eden's garden bird.
He kept getting everything wrong and Daddy said:
Grease her knees one more time, and maybe it will work: