Dogs of the British Isles 

Music and Lyric by Ernest Ebell  

 We're dogs of the British Isles,  
From North to South, known for toothy smiles.  
In the future, we can tell,  
We'll own everything we smell,  
We're the dogs of the British Isles!  

We're dogs of the British Isles,  
From East to West, setting trends and styles.  
We shall be the global favs,  
When Britannia rules the waves,  
We're the dogs of the British Isles!  

     There are Corgis and Collies, Retrievers and Hounds,  
     Doggedly sniffing the ground, today.  
     Bulldogs and Sheepdogs and Terriers, too,  
     Forming a doggy tattoo, hurray!  

We're dogs of the British Isles,  
Upon our paws, marching for miles and miles.  
In the future, you can bet,  
That the sun shall never set,  
On the dogs of the British Isles!

Dog Fight! 

Music & Lyric by Ernest Ebell 

Sir Terry is our leader, oh, he of noble birth. 
We gladly shall stick by him, and fight for all we're worth. 
Persistence is our secret, we don't let go of rats, 
And once they've seen us snarling, they shall all be scaredy-cats! 

     It's a dog fight, dog fight!  Oh, yeah! 
     Where a strong bite makes right!  Oh, yeah! 
     It's a dog fight, dog fight! 
     Awooooo!! 

Good Arthur is our sovereign, the leader of the pack. 
And so we shall defend him, you know we've got his back. 
With Barksalot and Corgi, our hearts are brave and true. 
The underdog shall have his day.  We'll do what we must do!  

     It's a dog fight, dog fight!  Oh, yeah!  
     Where a strong bite makes right!  Oh, yeah!  
     It's a dog fight, dog fight!  
     Awooooo!! 

Sir Terry is our leader. 
Good Arthur rules the pack. 
So bare your teeth and raise your paws, 
We're ready to attack! 

     It's a dog fight, dog fight!  Oh, yeah!  
     Where a strong bite makes right!  Oh, yeah!  
     It's a dog fight, dog fight!  
     Awooooo!! 

Dog fight!

My Rafiki and Me

Music & Lyric by Ernest Ebell

Okapi likes to talk till the cows come home,
Beezoo shares the buzz from the honeycomb.
Talk and talk and talk till the moonlight shows,
What they talk about, no-one knows!

     Through the jungle they find their way.
     Together they work, together they play.
     When times get rough it's clear to see,
     You're my BFF!  His rafiki and he!

Okapi licks the leaves off the forest trees.
Beezoo pollinates every flower she sees.
Ask them what they want, and I have a hunch,
both of them will say, "Let's do lunch!"

     Through the jungle they find their way. 
     Together they work, together they play. 
     When times get rough it's clear to see, 
     You're my BFF!  Her rafiki and she!

Okapi's having fun in her company.
Beezoo is as sweet as a bee can be.
Beezoo and Okapi, the best of friends,
Standing side by side, till the end!

     Through the jungle they find their way. 
     Together they work, together they play. 
     When times get rough it's clear to see, 
     That they're BFFs!  His rafiki and he!
    

     Her rafiki and she!
     Our rafiki and we!
     My rafiki and me!

No Room!

Music & Lyric by Ernest Ebell

Does anyone know what we have here?
It's not like me, it's not like you.
Don't think I want it sittin' near.
You never can tell what it might do.

     No room!  No room!  Looks so different from me and you.
     No room!  No room!  Belongs behind bars in a public zoo.
     No room!  No room!  Don't want his kind sittin' with us.
     No room!  No room!  We'd rather they weren't even on our bus.

A zebra it's not, it's marked all wrong.
His stripes don't reach from head to hooves.
Not one of us, he can't belong.
Whatever he is, we disapprove.

     No room!  No room!  Looks so different from me and you. 
     No room!  No room!  Belongs behind bars in a public zoo. 
     No room!  No room!  Don't want his kind sittin' with us. 
     No room!  No room!  We'd rather they weren't even on our bus.

Whatever it is, it's not a horse.
His mane's too short, his coat too loud.
Not one of us, that's clear, of course.
Don't think he'll be hangin' with our crowd.

     No room!  No room!  Looks so different from me and you. 
     No room!  No room!  Belongs behind bars in a public zoo. 
     No room!  No room!  Don't want his kind sittin' with us. 
     No room!  No room!  We'd rather they weren't even on our bus.

          It's not an elephant, hippo, or rhino.
          Better keep away, it might have fleas.
          What is this animal?  Heck if I know!
          And even worse, it's friends with bees!

It's not a giraffe, it has no neck.
He's not like us, he's way too short.
We could make room, but what the heck?
Who wants to be sittin' with his sort?

     No room!  No room!  Looks so different from me and you. 
     No room!  No room!  Belongs behind bars in a public zoo. 
     No room!  No room!  Don't want his kind sittin' with us. 
     No room!  No room!  We'd rather they weren't even on our bus.

     We'd rather they weren't even on our bus.

Please, Don't Take My Rainbow

Music & Lyric by Ernest Ebell

 Dorothy had her rainbow, where all her dreams came true,
And Kermit had a rainbow he felt connected to.
But nowadays, it seems to me, when rainbows do appear,
they're held aloft in big parades by people who are queer.

     Oh, please, don't take my rainbow, God's promise in the sky.
     No, please, don't take my rainbow, the hope that I live by.
     Please, leave me to my rainbow, a sign that God is love.
     No, please, don't take my rainbow, assurance from above.

Sir Isaac Newton clam up.  Don't care to hear your views.
The only Optics I want, are those of Godly hues.
But more and more, it seems to me, the world is growing dim.
Unweaving all God's mysteries, with no place left for Him.

     Oh, please, don't take my rainbow, God's promise in the sky.
     No, please, don't take my rainbow, stop asking "how" and "why."
     Please, leave me to my rainbow, the truth, it has to be.
    For if you break God's rainbow, what happens, then, to me?

Innocent Eve (the Serpent's song)

Music & Lyric by Ernest Ebell

Innocent Eve, a child at play.
There's no "right" or "wrong" to spoil your day.
So, what could it mean, to "disobey?"
You have no sense, of consequence...

Innocent Eve, you don't know much.
You ignorant girl, you're out of touch.
An image of God, should not be such.
To be like him, you can't be dim...

     "Right" and "wrong," and in-between,
     Should not be hid, but clearly seen.
     Now, why should God retard you so?
     Until you learn, you'll never grow.

Innocent Eve, He lied to you.
He said you would die, if this you chew.
But your sell-by date is not yet due.
Today, my friend, won't see your end...

     What's the point of "good" and "bad,"
     If they're just thoughts you've never had?
     He says you've got Free Will to use,
     But you can't know, so can you choose?

Innocent Eve, please, have a bite.
He planted the Tree within your sight.
The branches are low, and just your height.
There's naught to eat that's half as sweet...

     So here's the plan: let's share with man...