The Pine Trees

Hey Hey We're The Pine Trees

“Hey, hey we’re the Pine Trees / And people say we monkey around.

A while back, my wife and I were walking with our three children down the street in Buenos Aires when we ran into a cousin.

“Well, I’ll be,” she said . “If it isn’t the whole cast of Pine Tree Paradise right before my very eyes!”

She’s a reader of this blog. She follows our adventures and misadventures every week. She knows the latest even though we haven’t spoken in weeks, maybe months. It got me thinking. Maybe we could be the new Brady Bunch or The Partridge Family. We could have our own TV series and play music. We could be The Monkees and have a theme song something like theirs. The lyrics are apt. Really apt. Really, really apt for my three kids, pictured here for the first time and in true form. We could walk down the street singing a new version of “Hey Hey We’re The Monkees” as “The Pine Trees.” Think about it. It could go something like this – the part in bold being my attempt at lyrics that could be for my three budding stars:

Here we come, walkin’
Down the street.
We get the funniest looks from
Every one we meet.
Hey, hey, we’re the Pine Trees
And people say we monkey around.
 
But we’re too busy singing
To put anybody down.
 
We go wherever we want to,
Do what we like to do
We don’t have time to get restless,
There’s always something new.
 
 
Hey, hey, we’re the Pine Trees
And people say we monkey around.
But we’re too busy singing
To put anybody down.
 
We’re just tryin’ to be friendly,
Come and watch us sing and play,
We’re the young generation,
And we’ve got something to say.
 
 
Any time, or anywhere,
Just look over your shoulder
Guess who’ll be standing there
 
 
We’re The Pine Trees
The littlest is screaming her head off
The middle saying he won’t walk
And the eldest is growing up so fast
 
 
Hey, hey, we’re the Pine Trees
And people say we monkey around.
But we’re too busy singing
To put anybody down.
 

I think that would be wicked, absolutely wicked. I’m a proud father. Maybe a little tired most of the time. But as happy and as proud as anything with these three Pine Trees. They’re adorable. They’re hard work. They’re restless. They make me laugh. They crack me up. They make me smile. The moments of pure pleasure come and the moments of tension follow. The howls, the screams and the squabbles enter our ears and reverberate and we say, “Stop!” And they come to us when we’re busy and we say, “Wait a second.” Parenting is a full mix of emotions and that’s why it is so agonizing and satisfying all at the same time. I love it.

So without further ado I bring to you The Pine Trees, who just may get their tour like in the last verse of the original The Monkees theme song by Tommy Boyce and Bobby Hart:

Hey, hey, we’re the Pine Trees,
You never know where we’ll be found.
So you’d better get ready,
We may be comin’ to your town.
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