Robin's Missions

Hello everyone! I know I haven't really updated recently... I've been having fun with a mix of awesome chaos and well, a really nasty sinus infection... So here's the update for today; not really an update, just something fun and silly....welcome to Robin's Sudan Sing-a-long!!!! Enjoy!!!! Sing out loud...who cares if people think you're crazy?! :) Trust me, it's half the fun!!! Blessings! Love y'all! Robin

To the Tune of the Farmer in the Dell

We're dancing in the car,
Limbs flying everywhere
high and low
the pot holes go
we're dancing in the car

We're dancing in the car,
and singing while we go
heads hit the roof
and that's just proof
We're dancing the car

(We've all decided that the bumpiest parts of the road are the dancing spots...you simply can't help the fact that you're arms, head, etc...are bouncing around uncontrollably...get frustrated or laugh, it's your choice... if you knew Sudanese songs I would give you the one Pastor Julias spontaneously wrote new lyrics to and sung on the way to Lora a couple weeks ago--we had our own sing-a-long, too much fun!)

To the Tune of The Ants Go Marching

The goats go marching one by one, oh no, oh no
They're eating everything in sight, oy vey, oy vey
Get your clothes quick off the line
hide your soap and then your fine
and they'll all just eat some grass
alas, they'll be back again..no, no no

The goats are tasty treat my friend, oh yes, oh yes,
Well barbecued is the very best, oh yes, oh yes,
boiled goat is a-ok
and in our stomachs they will stay
and it's worth hiding our clothes
and our soap
as we live with the goats, yes, yes, yes. yes...

To the Tune of Santa Claus is Coming to Town

Oh you'd better watch out
you'd better sing loud
get your cameras
ready right now
Women's choir is coming to church

We're dancing and we're singing
in English and Arabic
the other people smiling
and cheering all around

Oh, you'd be so surprised
to see the two gals
with pale white skin
dancing around
Women's choir is coming to church

(FYI, if you didn't know we have two "kawajas" --white people-- in a Sudanese choir; yes, that includes me...don't act surprised!)

To the tune of Silent Night

Silent Night, Cloudy Night
Thunder comes
What a fright
Seems likes bombs are dropping on the roof
Lightning illuminates my room
Sleep is gone for right now
Sleep is gone for right now

Sleepless night, Rainy night
Water floods down the mud
Shoes get lost in the sinking soil
To get them out requires some toil
Rain and mud in Sudan
Rain and mud in Sudan

To the tune of Joy to the World

Flee from the room
the spiders come
get shoes, get sticks, get stones
let's smaaaaash flat
that pesky thing
that spins webs in my room
that spins webs in my room
that spins, that spins webs in my room

the spider is back
it will not die
it creeps along the wall
i tuck in my mosquito net
in hopes that it will keep it out
along with other bugs
along with other bugs
along, along with other bugs


To the tune of wind beneath my wings...verse and final chorus...

It might have appeared to be so normal
but the crows are jumping on my roof
I have no need for an alarm clock
but I need to scrub off the bird poop.

fly fly so high against the sky
so high i cannot hit the birds
more rocks, more rocks
to chuck at them
the birds upon my roof.


And one I wrote my first trip... to the Tune of Good King Wenceslas

Good king Wenceslas looked out on the Sudan dryness
when the land was full of dust, to aggravate the sinus
Rainy season long was gone,
temperatures were cruel
it made eating corn maize paste
even more like gru-uuuuu-el