Posts tagged “Flanders and Swann

I’m a Gnu

So a bit of information about the Gnu or Wildebeest first before we join in song!

Having done a few pop videos about animals, I am put to shame by the work of these two musical magicians and feel a bit of a Flanders and Swann revival coming on after yesterdays rendition of the hippopotamus song.


I’m a Gnu -Flanders and Swann (from at the drop of a hat)

I am having a little ‘travel back in time’ week, and am need of a bit of a laugh  right now. Things were going so well too……

Today we definitely need the lyrics too so we can sing along!


A year ago, last Thursday I was strolling in the zoo

When I met a man who though he knew the lot.

He was laying down the law about the habits of Baboons

And how many quills a porcupine has got.

So I asked him: ‘What’s that creature there?’He answered: ‘Oh, H’it’s a H’elk’. I might of gone on thinking that was true,

If the animal in question hadn’t put that chap to shame

And remarked: ‘I h’aint a H’elk. I’m a Gnu!’

‘I’m a Gnu, I’m a Gnu.The g-nicest work of g-nature in the zoo

I’m a Gnu, How do you do.You really ought to k-now w-ho’s w-ho’s

I’m a Gnu, Spelt G-N-U.I’m g-not a Camel or a Kangaroo

So let me introduce. I’m g-neither man nor moose. Oh g-no g-no g-no I’m a Gnu’

I had taken furnished lodgings down at Rustington-on-Sea

Whence I travelled on to Ashton-under-Lyne it was actually

And the second night I stayed there I was woken from a dream

That I’ll tell you all about some other time

Among the hunting trophies on the wall above my bed

Stuffed and mounted, was a face I thought I knew;

A Bison? No, it’s not a Bison. An Okapi? Unlikely, Really. A Hartebeest?

When I though I heard a voice: ‘I’m a Gnu!’

I’m a Gnu. A g-nother gnu. I wish I could g-nash my teeth at you!

I’m a Gnu, How do you do. You really ought to k-now w-ho’s w-ho.

I’m a Gnu Spelt G-N-U,Call me Bison or Okapi and I’ll sue

G-nor am I the least,Like that dreadful Hartebeest,

Oh, g-no, g-no, g-no, G-no g-no g-no I’m a Gnu G-no g-no g-no I’m a Gnu

It’s all About the Wellies and Mud!

Yup…I have to say that my £9 short wellies from Peacocks saved my weekend from being a washout. I kept going on and on about how great they were, boring everyone stupid with my whooping and repetitive over excitement about a pair of short blue spotty wellies. I loved the fact they were short as it meant I could get them off quickly too.  Also I have wrestler’s calves, (give them back, they shout from the back of the stalls!) so tall wellies are always a bit of a squeeze. I then noticed that the stalwart festival and singing camp people really knew their wellies and having hardy, hunters wellies could be seen as a shrewd investment,

First Prize!

because, they look super dooper and wet feet is one of  the biggest killjoy you can have when the rain comes down in sheets all through your camping experience. As the field got muddier and muddier I was looking down at my spotty wellies feeling all glowy and warm inside.

Little bit of Mud

I remember one year at Glastonbury when we were literally up to our knees in mud, you would definately need the tall wellies. I have been scoffing at people and their  tall Hunter wellies walking round Holloway ( no mud there, lots of concrete…) and now I see they probably got so used to wearing them in a field they just cant take them off….or they are just plain daft followers of fashion.

So hurrah for wellies! And hurrah for mud! And hurrah for just anything you can say hurrah about! hurrah!

Just have to have a picture of the Bet Lynch Marquee from  Hereford Harmony this weekend, as it was so fab!




A really funny original recording with a great intro from 1959 of Flanders and Swann where Flanders sings chorus 2 in RUSSIAN!