My mother-in-law called me this afternoon and announced she had a disgusting little song to teach my kids. "Hmmm, " I thought. "Should I or shouldn't I give the phone to my little darlings?" Since I'm a very polite person, I decided to hand over the phone. Now I'm questioning my decision. She taught them the following tune:
"Greasy, grimy gopher guts, mutilated monkey meat, dirty little birdy feet, and I forgot my spoon. (Slurp)" (Sung to the tune of The Old Grey Mare)
Now my kids are parading around the house wearing their insect-vision masks and singing that song.