The Schizo Recluse

A new ultimate to be added to my ‘list’ is to own and read all James Patterson and Agatha Christie novels before I die.

On a spur of the moment decision we went to Crafty Duck, a little place just outside Copesville in Pietermaritzburg.

There isn’t much you can really do in Pietermaritzburg, unless you can afford to go to Durban, or take flights to other places for fun stuff to do, so it’s kind of cool that we have little places like these on the outskirts of our little town. 

Crafty Duck is more of a little farm with a variety of animals and also children’s rides as well as horse riding. It also has a restaurant with reasonable prices. 

It is more of a place that children would love, but it’s also a cool place to just chill and spend the day…

For more info check out: Crafty Duck

In a cavern, In a canyon, 

Excavating for a mine, 

Dwelt a miner forty-niner, 

And his daughter Clementine.

Chorus: 

Oh my darling, Oh my darling, 

Oh my darling Clementine, 

You are lost and gone forever, 

Dreadful sorry Clementine.

Repeat chorus

Light she was and like a fairy, 

And her shoes were number nine; 

Herring boxes, without topses, 

Sandals were for Clementine.

Repeat chorus

Drove she ducklings to the water, 

Every morning just at nine; 

Hit her foot against a splinter, 

Fell into the foaming brine.

Repeat chorus

Ruby lips above the water, 

Blowing bubbles, soft and fine; 

But Alas! I was no swimmer, 

So I lost my Clementine.

Repeat chorus

When the miner forty-niner,

Soon began to peak and pine,

Thought he oughter “jine” his daughter,

Now he’s with his clementine.

Repeat chorus

In a corner of the churchyard,

Where the myrtle boughs entwine,

Grow the roses in their poses,

Fertilized by Clementine.

Repeat chorus

In my dreams she still doth haunt me,

Robed in garments soaked in brine.

Though in life I used to hug her,

Now she’s dead, I’ll draw the line.

Repeat chorus

How I missed her, how I missed her

How I missed my Clementine.

So I kissed her little sister,

And forgot my Clementine.

Repeat chorus

Now you Boy Scouts, there’s a moral

To this little tale of mine.

Artificial respiration,

Would have saved my Clementine.

Repeat chorus