August 17, 2003

Don't Applaud; Just Throw Money

I have found the funniest thing I think I've ever come across. It is a book/CD combination by Sandra Boynton (author of But Not the Hippopotamus and many other kids' books) that is a takeoff on the album Chant, and is called Grunt - the Pigorian Chant. These songs are all sung by barnyard animals, in the style of a monastic chant. All of the animals sing in Latin. Except the pigs, who sing in Pig Latin. Because no text can possibly give a sense of how funny this is, here is track two, and here are the lyrics:

Anima Fundi
(Life-Breath of the Farm)

i. Spiritus i. Spirit.
Voice:
Vox spiritus fundi
sumus.
Dormiunt omnes.
Stertunt Porci clari
Auscultate:
We are the voice
of the spirit of the farm.
Everyone is asleep.
The famous Pigs are snoring.
Listen:
Pigs:
Ore-snay. Ore-snay.
Ore-snay. Ore-snay.
Ore-snay. Ore-snay.
Snore, snore,
snore, snore,
snore, snore...
ii. Aurora [Bell tolls five] ii. Dawn
Rooster:
Coccadoodul du.
Ego dixi:
Coccadoodul du.
Cock-a-doodle-doo.
I said,
Cock-a-doodle-doo.
Chickens:
O, primam lucem.
Sol surgit.
Gallus magnifice
incedens exclamat.
Nunc venit agricola.
O, first light!
The sun is rising.
The strutting
rooster calls.
Now comes the farmer.
Solo Chicken:
Ecce Macdonaldus Senex,
qui fundam habet.
E-I-E-I-O.
Behold Old MacDonald,
who has a farm.
E-I-E-I-O.
Cows:
Et in hoc fundo,
nonnullas boves
domesticas habet.
E-I-E-I-O.
Cum moo moo hic,
cum moo moo ibi.
Hic una moo,
ibi una moo,
ubique una moo moo.
And on this farm,
he has
some cows.
E-I-E-I-O..
With a moo moo here,
and a moo moo there.
Here a moo,
there a moo,
everywhere a moo moo.
Solo Chicken:
Macdonaldus Senex
fundum habet.
E-I-E-I-O.
Et in hoc fundo,
nonnullos porcos
habet.
E-I-E-I-O.
Old MacDonald
has a farm
E-I-E-I-O.
And on this farm,
he has some pigs.
E-I-E-I-O.
Dux:
Ni oink oink hic.
Ni oink oink ibi.
Ubi sunt Porci
quoquomodo?
No oink oink here.
No oink oink there.
So where are the Pigs
already?
Farmer:
Sooo-ee. Soooooooo-eeee.
Ubi sunt Porci quoquomodo?
Sooee, sooee.
So where are the pigs already?
Chickens:
Dormiunt.
Vocat ad se frustra.
They're sleeping.
He summons in vain.
Farmer:
Et in Arcadia sum.
And this is pastoral paradise?


Go forth and purchase: such genius must be rewarded. Posted by Jeff at August 17, 2003 12:12 AM | Link Cosmos

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