Thursday Warm-Ups
Vocal Articulation
Red leather, yellow leather
Red leather, yellow leather
Red leather, yellow leather
Yellow leather, red.
Lots of hot coffee in a proper copper coffee pot.
Whether the weather is cold, or whether the weather is hot,
We’ll weather the weather whatever the weather, whether we like it or not.
The big black bug bled blue black blood while the other black bug bled blue.
You know you need unique New York,
You know you need unique New York,
You know you need unique New York,
You know unique New York needs you.
Amidst the mist and fiercest frost,
With barest wrists and stoutest boasts,
He thrusts his fists into the post,
And still insists he sees a ghost.
Moses supposes his toeses are roses,
But Moses supposes erroneously.
For Moses he knowses his toeses aren’t roses,
As Moses supposes his toeses to be.
To sit in solemn silence on a dull dark dock
In a pestilential prison with a life long lock
Awaiting the sensation of a short sharp shock
From a cheap and chipper chopper on a big black block
A dull dark dock, a short sharp shock
From a cheap and chipper chopper on a big black block.
A Tudor who tooted a flute
tried to tutor two tooters to toot.
Said the two to their tutor,
"Is it harder to toot
or to tutor two tooters to toot?"
Betty Botter had some butter,
"But," she said, "this butter's bitter.
If I bake this bitter butter,
it would make my batter bitter.
But a bit of better butter--
that would make my batter better."
So she bought a bit of butter,
better than her bitter butter,
and she baked it in her batter,
and the batter was not bitter.
So 'twas better Betty Botter
bought a bit of better butter.
Can you imagine an imaginary menagerie manager
imagining managing an imaginary menagerie?
Girl gargoyle, guy gargoyle.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.
Oh, for a muse of fire
That would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act,
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene.
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
Assume the port of Mars,
And leashed in at his heels like hounds
Should famine, sword, and fire crouch for employment.
If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended
That you have but slumbered here while these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme, no more yielding than a dream
Gentles, do not reprehend, if you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest puck, if we have unearned luck
Now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue, we will make amends ere long
Else the Puck a liar call, so good night unto you all
Give me your hands if we be friends
And Robin shall restore amends
Red leather, yellow leather
Red leather, yellow leather
Yellow leather, red.
Lots of hot coffee in a proper copper coffee pot.
Whether the weather is cold, or whether the weather is hot,
We’ll weather the weather whatever the weather, whether we like it or not.
The big black bug bled blue black blood while the other black bug bled blue.
You know you need unique New York,
You know you need unique New York,
You know you need unique New York,
You know unique New York needs you.
Amidst the mist and fiercest frost,
With barest wrists and stoutest boasts,
He thrusts his fists into the post,
And still insists he sees a ghost.
Moses supposes his toeses are roses,
But Moses supposes erroneously.
For Moses he knowses his toeses aren’t roses,
As Moses supposes his toeses to be.
To sit in solemn silence on a dull dark dock
In a pestilential prison with a life long lock
Awaiting the sensation of a short sharp shock
From a cheap and chipper chopper on a big black block
A dull dark dock, a short sharp shock
From a cheap and chipper chopper on a big black block.
A Tudor who tooted a flute
tried to tutor two tooters to toot.
Said the two to their tutor,
"Is it harder to toot
or to tutor two tooters to toot?"
Betty Botter had some butter,
"But," she said, "this butter's bitter.
If I bake this bitter butter,
it would make my batter bitter.
But a bit of better butter--
that would make my batter better."
So she bought a bit of butter,
better than her bitter butter,
and she baked it in her batter,
and the batter was not bitter.
So 'twas better Betty Botter
bought a bit of better butter.
Can you imagine an imaginary menagerie manager
imagining managing an imaginary menagerie?
Girl gargoyle, guy gargoyle.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,
Nameless here forevermore.
Oh, for a muse of fire
That would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.
A kingdom for a stage, princes to act,
And monarchs to behold the swelling scene.
Then should the warlike Harry, like himself,
Assume the port of Mars,
And leashed in at his heels like hounds
Should famine, sword, and fire crouch for employment.
If we shadows have offended, think but this and all is mended
That you have but slumbered here while these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme, no more yielding than a dream
Gentles, do not reprehend, if you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest puck, if we have unearned luck
Now to ‘scape the serpent’s tongue, we will make amends ere long
Else the Puck a liar call, so good night unto you all
Give me your hands if we be friends
And Robin shall restore amends