Heaven only knows how I recall these words, this tune. Sheesh - even last week that Spouse o' Mine was opining that "you have the strangest memory for songs..." This was after a flight from somewhere to somewhere, and the flight crew announced that our baggage would be found on Carousel Nine. So the two of us followed an amazing queue/maze of humanity (it took a COMPLETE HOUR!), and there it was...Carousel Nine, and there I announced...:
"Number Nine..Number Nine...Number Nine..."
I thought it was funny. Funny to me, but not to him. Maybe my Beatles memories are fonder than his. Maybe my jetlag had not kicked in. Or...maybe it had? Yeah - I think it had. I think I was numb. Numb...er Nine! Hahahaha!
Anyway, this Rigabamboo song from decades ago got dredged up when we, that Spouse o' Mne and I, toured the Brisbane Botanical Gardens. In the rain. But really, it was just fine. I love rain and no public more than I love sun and too many people.
So here, I show the bamboo which we in the U.S.A. will probably never enjoy in its greatness. This stuff is HUGE in Queensland.