If not the Hokey Pokey, what IS it all about?

[DrZeeLit]

The wolves ate my homework. That's next, huh?
It's all about... falafels?
wmds...NOT wmds?
Hmmmm
What's it all about, Alfie?
(oh that remake is coming soon, with Jude Law as Michael Caine)

Kerry on!

[grannylib]

1. It's about love, not judgment. That was what my Dad, a Lutheran pastor,

always used to say, particularly when we were having theological discussions. He always told me that when reading scripture, if I was having a hard time reconciling two seemingly contradictory passages, to always come down on the side of love and tolerance, and that way I was sure to be on the side of theological correctness.
I sure do miss him...he died in January, and a better, more loving, intelligent, honorable man and great father/grandfather/great-grandfather never lived. Love you, Pop!

[DrZeeLit]

3. Oh, so sorry. See...

... I think it's all about love. I understand how you feel. My dad died November 3, 1989 and I miss him every day. I really feel for you. And we carry that love, yes we do, forever.

[grannylib]

5. We were very lucky to have great dads that we DO miss! Thanks for

your message!
When dad was in his last days, I always told him that my daughter would be there to meet him and guide him along that final path...and I believe it. He 'came back' to visit me in a very bizarre but oddly tangible way a few months after he died, and I got the very clear sense that he sees me and was letting me know all was well.

[DrZeeLit]

6. Oh....

...that's very beautiful. I had a similar experience of knowing my dad was in the room with me.

You also lost your daughter? How are you walking around on two legs? If something ever happened to my son, that would be it. Over. Out.

My heart truly goes out to you.
I cannot imagine the pain and sorrow.
Sending you good vibes.

[Prisoner_Number_Six]

2. Life is a cabaret, old chum

What good is sittin' alone in your room
Come hear the music play,
Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret.
Put down that knittin', the book and the broom
Time for a holiday,
Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret.
Come taste the wine, come hear that band
Come blow your horn, start celebratin'
Right this way, your table's waitin'
No use permittin' a prophet of doom
Wipe every smile away, yes
Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret!

I used to have a girl friend known as Elsie
With whom I shared four sordid rooms in Chelsea
She wasn't what you'd call a blushing flower
As a matter of fact she rented by the hour
The day she died the neighbors came to sneaker
Well, that's what comes of too much pills and licqueur
But when I saw her laid down like a queen
She was the happiest corpse I'd ever seen
I think of Elsie to this very day,
I remember how she turned to me and said:
What good is sittin' alone in your room
Come hear the music play,
Life is a cabaret old chum
Come to the cabaret
Put down that knittin', the book and the broom
Time for a holiday,
Life is a cabaret, old chum
So come to the cabaret.
And as for me,
As for me,
I made my up back in Chelsea
When I go, I'm going like Elsie,
Start by admitting go cradle to tumb
Isn't that a longer stay
What good is sittin' alone in your room
Come hear the music play, yes
Life is a cabaret old chum
It's only a cabaret old chum
And I love a cabaret!
Yes, life is a cabaret old chum
Only a cabaret old chum
So come to the cabaret

[JVS]

4. The Humpty Dance