tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14184878.post8525553178944807847..comments2023-10-15T10:29:12.991+01:00Comments on Karyn's erratic learning journey: Andy Roberts and his dead skunkThe upsychohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06345558899662051670noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14184878.post-1421510007913472132009-02-27T14:13:00.000+00:002009-02-27T14:13:00.000+00:00@John Well, I learnt the song in a city called Dur...@John Well, I learnt the song in a city called Durban, on the east coast of South Africa - so how's that for worlds apart, but joined by a silly song?<BR/><BR/>When you say that you thought your Dad had written the song, I can completely relate. I had a great uncle who, when I was little, I believed to have written all the Rudyard Kipling stories because he quoted them that often!The upsychohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06345558899662051670noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14184878.post-8223346443709378932009-02-27T14:08:00.000+00:002009-02-27T14:08:00.000+00:00Karyn,I am not kidding you when I tell you that my...Karyn,<BR/><BR/>I am not kidding you when I tell you that my six siblings and I used to sing this song on family trips. My Dad would always launch into this song whenever we passed by a dead skunk (and in my part of rural Pennsylvania in the United States - there were a LOT of dead skunks!) and we would jump in and sing too. When I was young I thought he made up the song, but then I heard it many years later. So from a small rural town in the state of Pennsylvania in the US - Here's to the dead skunk in the middle of the road - Stinking to high heaven! Thanks for taking me back to a very fond childhood memory...<BR/><BR/>ZedJohn Zurovchakhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10618598402925026315noreply@blogger.com