For reasons I have no idea, the following is a mangled mash-up nursery rhyme that Katherine and I know by heart, usually sung as we approach the house on our way home from her school.
Home again, home again, jiggety-jig,
She lays eggs for my fat pig.
Home again, home again, jiggety-jog,
She lays eggs for my fat hog.
And then there was the other day, when the three of us managed to do this mash-up between Veggie Tales and Bob the Builder:
Bob the Tomato,
Can we squish him?
Bob the Tomato,
Yes we can!Carrot and Celery, Zucchini, too
All work together, to make a nice stew.Can we crush him?
Can we stew him?Bob the Tomato,
Can we squish him?
Bob the Tomato,
Yes we can!
Katherine then gleefully sang that at the top of her lungs for a good fifteen minutes, which was certainly sufficient penance for Margie and my creative sins.
Yes, it’s far too late — she’s irrevocably warped. Huzzah!