Singing Practice

*It's so annoying around here. I have all kinds of songs for Zsa(x2) and my poor roomies have to hear them.*

There are the sunny days that she basks in the sunlight. Then I sing:

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are gray (You never know Zsa Zsa how much I luv yoooooooou...).

Sometimes she rolls on my carpet in the patches where the sun has heated it up and then I sing:

I've got sunshine, on a cloudy day. When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May.

Most recently (and more miserably) it's been much much colder outside. This has prompted the more mournful tune of :

Ain't so sunshine when she's gone. It's not warm when she's away. Ain't no sunshine when she's gone--she's always gone too long, anytime she goes away.

And finally, when we are all together in the house at the same time, and there is the distinct smell of dainty girlishness in the air, it prompts this obvious tune:

Here's a story of a lovely lady, who was bringing up 3 very lovely girls...