If you’re anything like me, you’ll have woken up this morning, looked at your Pouring Beans Calendar 2020™, and been absolutely thrilled to see that today is Slick Voles Day.
Sometimes known as St. Vole’s Day (Scotland), Slick Vole Sunday (Australia and New Zealand), Voling Sunday (Canada) or even Slickvolesday Brought To You By CitiBank (USA and Argentina), this is the day when we join together to reflect upon and celebrate the life of St. Vole.
I’m sure you have your own plans to smother some voles in warm butter, so I don’t want to take up too much time when we should all really be with our loved voles, but I did want to take a moment to share with you my favourite Slick Voles Day Carol.
O Besainted Vole
O Besainted Vole
Thy dark eyes quick
And tail darting fa-ast
Hail to you, O Vole
Seek thee holy slickness
O Vole, slicken thine self
Slicken thy-y se-elf
From owl, hawk, falcon flee
From fox and racoon do go
With footness fleet and fur so slick
Evade coyote and bobcat
Seek thee holy slickness
O Vole, slicken thine self
Slicken thy-y se-elf
Of marten and bobcat do hide
Of snake and weasel take flight
In safe burrow revel in oils and butter
Slip thee from cat’s claw and lynx
Seek thee holy slickness
O Vole, slicken thine self
Slicken thy-y se-elf
Take thine golden teachings
Saint Vole, at the Lord’s right paw
Take thi-ine go-o-olden teachings
And slicken thine self
O Vole
O Vo-o-ole
13 comments on “Happy Slick Voles Day!”
My favourite is “Oh Voley Night”, the chorus is very stirring.
Needless to say, Voley Jim is all buttered up and rearing to go.
Well, that’s delightful to here. All power to Voley Jim, say I.
(Genuinely disappointed I missed out on the voley/holy pun. What a fool I’ve been.)
You had your chance, you missed it!
#throwback
I totally did. Unding that bell. I failed to make a dad joke.
Them’s the breaks Voley Mofo.
How did your Voles Day dinner go? Were the turnips suitably smashed?
I fisted some eggs and sent them to him in the post. I doubt they turned up. Voley post is so unpredictable these days.
I did get some fisty eggs in the post but the envelope had been torn and I couldn’t tell who they were from. I ate them anyway. They were a few days late for Vole’s Day Dinner, but that was fine, because I served that with frotted eggs and shattered cauliflower.
Did you drizzle some French fizzle over the shattered cauliflower?
That’s disgusting and I’m not going to dignify it with an answer.
That’s one wang point to me…
One wang points to you?
At any given time in the known universe, there will be one wang pointing towards you and one pointing away.
That’s basic science.
Well, that’s put me right off science, I’ll tell you that.