Buffalo in the Park - a drum-story-song

Here is a Drum-Story-Song about a buffalo in the park. It is geared towards individuals from ages sixty to one hundred and sixty.

I want to tell you the story of what happened to me when I went strolling in Golden Gate Park last May. You may have trouble believing this, but:

While strolling in the park one day
In the merry merry month of May
I was taken by surprise
By a pair of roguish eyes
In a moment my poor heart
Was stole away

The roguish eyes belonged to a bison in Golden Gate park. I call them buffaloes. In the back of the glen they have sheds, and I saw a male out by the fence on the other side of the pasture. He was trying to entice the female buffalo gals to come out of the shed to dance. He said:

Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight?
Come out tonight
Come out tonight
Buffalo gals won't you come out tonight?
And dance by the light of the moon.

What fun I thought. Now I can't tell a bison from a deer from an antelope. As I looked out over the enclave, it was just like being home on the range. I sang:

Home, home on the range
Where the deer and the antelope play
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day.

And then a female came out of the shed and looked at the male and told him she knew who he was. She had a pretty good memory and said "I remember you!" She said:

I remember you.
You're the one who made my dreams come true
A few wishes ago.
I remember you.
You're the one who said I love you too.
It's true. Didn't you know?

Now they had imported the bison from all over the United States and Canada because there were so few left. Well, the male thought he recognized the female, and thought he had met her in Texas. He thought her name was Rosebud, and he said to me:

She's the sweetest little Rosebud
That Texas ever knew.
Her eyes are bright as diamonds
They sparkle like the dew.

You can talk about your Clementine
Or sing of Rosalie
But the Yellow Rose of Texas
is the only gal for me.

Just then another male appeared. And he looked at the female and told the other male. "She's not Rosebud from Texas! Her name is Susannah and she comes from Alabama." He explained about his travels and said:

Oh I come from Alabama
With a banjo on my knee
I'm going to Louisiana my
true love for to see

O Susannah, oh won't you cry for me?
For I'm going to Louisiana my
true love for to see

It rained all night the day I left
The weather it was dry
The sun so hot, I froze to death
Susannah don't you cry.

The female buffalo looked at the males and said: "You are both wrong. I'm not from Texas or from Alabama. I'm from Oklahoma!" She said:

Oklahoma,
Where the wind comes sweeping down the plains
And the waving wheat
Can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain.

We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand!
And so we say, Yeow!
Ey yippee o eee ay,Yeow!
We're only singing
You're doing fine Oklahoma.
/Oklahoma you're
O K- L A- H O- M A Oklahoma!

The male buffalo looked at me and said that not only did the buffaloes have names, so did the weather elements. And he told me that they call the wind Mariah. He said:

Way out here they've got a name
for rain and wind and fire.
The rain is Tess, the fire's Joe
and they call the wind Mariah.

Mariah blows the stars around
and sends the clouds a-flying.um'+
Mariah makes the mountains sound
like folks up there were dying.

Mariah, Mariah
They call the wind Mariah.

Now Suzannah (the female buffalo) started thinking about how much the male buffalo cared for her, and so she let the wind blow her over to him.

Now buffalo are kinda shaggy - not like a dog with someone to brush them every day. And they certainly don't have bank accounts or coin purses.

But she came over to him and said that it didn't matter if they were ragged and had no money, that they could just travel together. She said:

Oh we ain't got a barrel of money
Maybe we're ragged and funny
But we'll travel along
Singing a song
Side By Side.

Well, he took one look at her and said that he had laid around long enough in San Francisco, and it was time to travel on with her. He said:

I've laid around and played aound
this old town too long.
Summer's almost gone.
Yes, winter's coming on.

I've laid around and played around
this old town too long
And I've got to be travellin’ on.

Well, when I realized the two buffaloes were about to leave, I started to cry. And they called me their pet name which was Tootsie, and said:

Toot Toot Tootsie, goodbye.
Toot toot Tootsie, don't cry.
Wait for the mail.
I'll never fail.
If you don't get a letter
Then you'll know I'm in jail.

Oh baby,
Toot toot Tootsie, goodbye.
Toot toot Tootsie, don't cry!

As I mentioned, I can't tell a buffalo from a bison from an antelope to a deer. And so before they left, they tried to explain that a female buffalo is not a doe, and they said:

Doe A Deer
A female deer
Re a drop of golden sun
Mi a name I call myself
Fa a long long way to run
Sew a needle pulling thread
Fa a not to follow so
Tea a drink with jam and bread
That will bring us back to doe o o o.

Now, the buffalo had been penned up in the glen in Golden Gate Park for a long time, and so when the two of them jumped over the fence and were free, they were overjoyed. They said it felt wonderful to be wild again. They said:

I'm wild again.
Beguiled again.
A simpering whimpering
Child again.

Bewitched, bothered And bewildered
Am I.

And then they began their journey and I wished them bon voyage as they set out on the Golden Gate Park trails. I said:

Happy Trails To You
Until we meet again.
Happy trails to you
Keep smiling until then.

Happy trails to you
Till we meet again.

Well the male buffalo from Alabama decided that if the female was gone, he wouldn't stick around any longer. He told me he was going to Kansas City. He said:

Going to Kansas City.
Kansas City here I come.
Going to Kansas City.
Kansas City here I come.
They've got some crazy lookin' women there
And I'm gonna get me one.

I might take the train.
I might take a plane.
But if I have to walk,
I'm going just the same.

Well, then I saw a man wandering down a trail who said that he was on his way to Bangor Maine, and could use some traveling companions. He invited the buffaloes to come with him. He said that he was a great traveler - in fact he was The King of the Road. When I asked him where he stayed on his travels, he said:

Trailer for sale or rent.
Rooms to let, 50 cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets.
I ain't got no cigaretttes.

Ah but, two hours of pushin broom
Buys a eight by twelve four bit room.
I'm a man of means,by no means
King Of The Road.

Well, that wouldn`t work because of the NO PETS clause with most room rentals, and the buffalo was considered a pet. So I asked the King of the Road if he had any money, but he said he had none. In fact, he was a bum! He said:

Hallelulah I'm A Bum!
Hallelulah bum again.
Hallelulah give a hand out
to revive us again.

So the buffalo set out without the travelling man and since it was getting dark, I was tired and worried I would lose my way in the Park. So I asked the traveling man if he could show me the way home. I said:

Show me the way to go home.
I'm tired and I want to go to bed.
I had a little drink
About an hour ago
And it went right to my head.

Wherever I may roam
On land or sea or foam
You will always hear me singing this song
Show me the way to go home.

And so the travelling Man and I set out. And we had so much fun - we froliced as we journeyed and I told him:

Some think the world is made
for fun and frolic.
And so do I.
And so do I.

Some think it well to be all
melancholic.
To pine and sigh.
To pine and sigh.

Harken harken music sounds so fine.
Harken harken music sounds so fine.
Fun I culli , fun ic u lah,
Joy is every where
Fun I culli, fun ic u lah.

I had so much fun and got to know him and fell in love. It didn`t matter if he was poor. And it turned out that he was really a fabulously wealthy prince! He had been wandering around the world in search of a partner who truly loved him for himself and not his money, so he had disguised his wealth and background. He told me about going around the world. He said:

Around the world
I searched for you.
I carried on when hope was gone
To meet a rendezvous.

I knew somewhere,sometime,somehow
You’d look at me, and I would see
The smile you’re smiling now.

It might have been in County Down
Or in New York, in gay Paree,
Or even London town.

No more will I go all around the world
For I have found my world in you.


And we lived happily ever after(and so did the buffaloes!)

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