Being left behind or left out by those close to us--that hurts; and sometimes little animal friends tell us that, a bit more . . . explicitly . . . than people do.
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JAMAICA   FAREWELL  Down the way   Where the nights are gay,  And the sun shines daily on the mountain top,    I took a trip  on a sailing ship  When I reached Jamaica, I made a stop  And I'm sad to say  I'm on my way  Won't be back, for many a day    Me heart is down  Me head is turning around,  I had to leave a little girl   in Kingston town   Down at the market   You can hear   Ladies cry out, while on their heads they bear,     "Ackee, rice,   Salt fish are nice"   And the rum is fine any time of year . . .

HOW COULDJA MAKE A  FAREWELL LIKE THAT?  It's your vacation time,  So you took a trip.  Didn't even say goodby to your little cat.  Was it so hip  To give me the slip?  Oh, how couldja make a farewell like that?    And you're glad to stay  So far away  If you think of me, you think I'm okay  But while you're out of town  Me heart is wearing a frown--  When you come back, you gonna find all kind  of things went down    You asked a friend   to drop by here,  and to fill my bowl; you think that will do.  It's very nice,   but it does not suffice--  And now the fish bowl is empty, too! . . .     [ etc. . . . ]   lyrics above copyright 2003 Brad Burg