Soul of Sal
(sung to the tune of O Sole Mio)
Ohhhh, soul of Sal,
Aspire tonight.
Don't be a shmuck-o,
Manifest Light.
Tomorrow--may be too late,
Now is never,
My gazpacho, she cannot 'a wait.
Now is the right time,
The food delight time,
So open up 'a you mouth,
And face the south.
Tomorrow--may be too late,
Now is never,
My gazpacho, she cannot 'a wait.
We sang and danced around Sal, who tried to maintain a dignified
countenance but who ended up laughing along with the rest of us.
Then Rachel made cinnamon-spiced, hot apple cider and we sat around
the fire sipping the brew. Later, Atmananda sang a revised version
of I Don Quixote from Man of La Mancha:
Hear me heathens and wizards
and servants of sin,
All your dastardly doings are past,
For a holy endeavor is now to begin,
I am I Atmananda--the humble and pure!
My destiny calls and I go,
And the wild winds of fortune
shall carry me onward,
Oh whither soever they blow.
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