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| Lyric Credits: |
Dan Gribbin |
| Music Credits: |
Dan Gribbin |
| Producer Credits: |
Dan Gribbin |
| Publisher Credits: |
Dan Gribbin |
| Performance Credits: |
Dan Gribbin |
| Label Credits: |
Anhinga Harmonics |
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Short Song Description:
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Long Song Description:
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Story Behind the Song:
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| Song Length |
2:46 |
| Primary Genre |
Folk-General |
| Tempo / Feel |
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| Tempo / Feel |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
| Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Subject Matter 1 |
Birds |
| Mood 1 |
Jovial |
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WE'RE SAND HILL CRANES
We're sandhill cranes, with half-filled brains;
I'm a flighty kind of guy, and she's a ditsy dame.
We refused to study and our moms were peeved;
When we found each other we were so relieved.
We're two birds of a feather; we're identical types.
On our heads in red are identical stripes.
We're sandhill cranes with half-filled brains.
And we don't mind a bit if we're called half-wit.
Like all cranes worldwide, on our wings we glide;
Our brains we depend just as little as we can.
And our diet is strange; through the fields we range,
Caterpillar is preferred, though we will eat grains.
Though we mate for life, there's considerable strife;
You'll have ruffled pin feathers with a crane for a wife.
We're sandhill cranes, with half-filled brains;
Anything we learn dribbles down the drain.
We are four feet high, with bright yellow eye;
We could peck your neck if you happened by.
But we're not that sort; we're just good sports,
Though we don't like coot 'cause they're too darn short.
In our mating dance, we will jump and prance,
Then we'll bow to each other; what a sound we will utter.
We're sandhill cranes, with half-filled brains,
And we stay outdoors even when it rains.
© 2003 by Daniel V. Gribbin
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