Hello! And how are you today? Bright and breezy? Cheeky and cheerful? Chipper? Top-notch? Super-duper? Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed? Full of sunshine? Rarin' to go? Full of ginger? Ready to face the day? Hunky-dory? In the swim? Peachy-keen? On the ball? Up to snuff? A-OK? Copacetic? Right on? Cooking with gas? All of those put together? None of the above? No matter, because, regardless, it's time for some more Babelfishing poetry, where I take song lyrics, run them through an on-line translator such as (but not necessarily) Babelfish, get silly with the punctuation a bit, and wind up with a quirky kind of poem.
Here's the garage rock band The Hombres' 1967 novelty song (intended to be a send-up of Bob Dylan's "Subterranean Homesick Blues," and whose original lyrics sound already Babelfished themselves) "Let It Out (Let It All Hang Out)" (listen to the song here). Enjoy.
Barry John Eats Children In The Cucumber Fields
Dear students, I love you. I was close.
Barry John eats children in the cucumber fields.
Don't put it in cold water.
Dog broke my car.
Only seven months.
But don't worry; go and bid the soldiers shoot.
from the shadow of the sun.
No one knows that.
Up, man; leave the game.
Raise the man.
I've had television in the eyes and on the eyes of his shoe.
Galileo, like a blind rider.
Sorry, everyone should go.
And she's good all night.
My childhood is broken.
free the people.
It's going to be so dark in a month.
How to fix your feet?
Eat the French loaf and cabbage.
Now don't stop the baby, come on.
Okay, you're an alien.