Things got muddled when I started looking for the origin of the childrens' song "Looby Loo". I remember singing this song with the words "all on a Saturday night" instead of "hickory dickory dock." The Saturday night reference might be to the tradition of the family Saturday night bath in the galvanized tub in the kitchen.
Alternate versions of "Looby Loo" include the familiar part of the Hokey Pokey about putting your left hand in and out. They may be about testing the temperature of bathwater heated on the cast iron stove....
Then there's the barnstorming aeronautic version of the song preferred by most male children:
Here we go loop de loop
Here we go loop de lie
Here we go loop de loop
All on a Saturday night.
A loop is simply a 360 degree change in pitch. Because the airplane will climb several thousand feet during the maneuver, it is started at a relatively high airspeed and power setting (if these are too low, the airspeed will decay excessively in the climb and the maneuver will have to be discontinued.) The pilot, once satisfied with the airspeed and throttle setting, will pull back on the stick until about three Gs are felt. The nose of the airplane will go up and a steadily increasing climb will be established. As the maneuver continues, positive G is maintained by continuing to pull. The airplane continues to increase its pitch until it has pitched through a full circle. When the world is right-side-up again, the pilot releases the back stick pressure and returns the aircraft to level flight.
This makes me want to watch my VHS tape of "Those Magnificent Men In Their Flying Machines!" Or you could view my walking buddy's son's You Tube flight simulation videos.
And where's the werewolf in this swampy mud mess? The Cajun legend of D'loup-garou would make a good Saturday night lullaby. The Blue Dog painter, George Rodrigue, gave me my first hint of this cautionary canine lurking in Louisiana, just waiting to scare the holy hokey pokey right out of wayward kiddies.
The "Looby Loo" song has origins in America, Ireland, Canada, and England. And so I close this post with a link to Warren Zevon singing "Werewolves of London." Just remind him to flush and wash!
I saw a werewolf drinkin a pina colada at Trader Vic's
And his hair was perfect.
ahhhooooo, werewolves of London
ahhhooooo, going Looby Loo!
© 2008 Nancy L. Ruder
Alternate versions of "Looby Loo" include the familiar part of the Hokey Pokey about putting your left hand in and out. They may be about testing the temperature of bathwater heated on the cast iron stove....
Then there's the barnstorming aeronautic version of the song preferred by most male children:
Here we go loop de loop
Here we go loop de lie
Here we go loop de loop
All on a Saturday night.
A loop is simply a 360 degree change in pitch. Because the airplane will climb several thousand feet during the maneuver, it is started at a relatively high airspeed and power setting (if these are too low, the airspeed will decay excessively in the climb and the maneuver will have to be discontinued.) The pilot, once satisfied with the airspeed and throttle setting, will pull back on the stick until about three Gs are felt. The nose of the airplane will go up and a steadily increasing climb will be established. As the maneuver continues, positive G is maintained by continuing to pull. The airplane continues to increase its pitch until it has pitched through a full circle. When the world is right-side-up again, the pilot releases the back stick pressure and returns the aircraft to level flight.
This makes me want to watch my VHS tape of "Those Magnificent Men In Their Flying Machines!" Or you could view my walking buddy's son's You Tube flight simulation videos.
And where's the werewolf in this swampy mud mess? The Cajun legend of D'loup-garou would make a good Saturday night lullaby. The Blue Dog painter, George Rodrigue, gave me my first hint of this cautionary canine lurking in Louisiana, just waiting to scare the holy hokey pokey right out of wayward kiddies.
The "Looby Loo" song has origins in America, Ireland, Canada, and England. And so I close this post with a link to Warren Zevon singing "Werewolves of London." Just remind him to flush and wash!
I saw a werewolf drinkin a pina colada at Trader Vic's
And his hair was perfect.
ahhhooooo, werewolves of London
ahhhooooo, going Looby Loo!
© 2008 Nancy L. Ruder
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