29 August 2006

gone

My mom found something that looked like a dried, black pod on the kitchen counter earlier yesterday. She threw it away.

Then there was this crazy party at my house last night. I was chatting with my buddies from all over, and I glanced down for a second. In this short amount of time, I discovered something lacking. Fernando Dos. My little fish was absent when I called roll.

What happened?

Suspect #1.
Stella. She had been routinely drinking out of his home, without harming him really, so I would just refill the bowl daily. Was this the final straw? Naughty kitty.

2.
Fernando II. Was this suicide? Maybe this was an unfortunate accident and he simply leapt out? Naughty Fish.

3.
Mom. Not really. She just sent him to his grave. Mom, it wasn't a seed envelope. It was my fish.

In Conclusion, A Tribute: (Original Lyrics by ABBA)


Can you hear the drums fernando?
I remember long ago another starry night like this
In the firelight Fernando
You were humming to yourself and softly strumming your guitar
I could hear the distant drums
And sounds of bugle calls were coming from afar

They were closer now Fernando
Every hour every minute seemed to last eternally
I was so afraid Fernando
We were young and full of life and none of us prepared to die
And I’m not ashamed to say
The roar of guns and cannons almost made me cry

There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though I never thought that we could lose
There’s no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando

Now we’re old and grey Fernando
And since many years I haven’t seen a rifle in your hand
Can you hear the drums Fernando?
Do you still recall the frightful night we crossed the rio grande?
I can see it in your eyes
How proud you were to fight for freedom in this land

There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though I never thought that we could lose
There’s no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando

There was something in the air that night
The stars were bright, Fernando
They were shining there for you and me
For liberty, Fernando
Though I never thought that we could lose
There’s no regret
If I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando
Yes, if I had to do the same again
I would, my friend, Fernando...

2 comments:

Caitie said...

rest in peace, fernando two. follow in the wake of your successor, fernando original.

Heather Feather Weather said...

uh oh.