"He's all my exercise, my mirth, my matter,
Now my sworn friend and then mine enemy,
My parasite, my soldier, statesman, all:
He makes a July's day short as December,
And with his varying childness cures in me
Thoughts that would thick my blood."
--William Shakespeare, A Winter's Tale
On top of spaghetti
All covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball
When somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table
And onto the floor
And then my poor meatball
Rolled out of the door.
It rolled into the street where
A dog ate it up,
And then that poor puppy
Got hit by truck.
The dog is ground beef now
Rolled into a ball
And seasoned with herbs and
A pinch of sea salt.
On top of my noodles
All covered in cheese
There sat my poor doggie
Until somebody sneezed.
[Crescendo and retard] Until . . . somebody . . . sneezed!
[Editorial note: Notice the fun dangling participial in the first stanza! This ditty just keeps on giving.]
Child and mother walk out of house into bright new day. They head for their fuel efficient car and preschool! The sun shines and the birds sing, providing much needed tuneful accompaniment to what will be the opening song, a ploy the mother hopes will get the reluctant toddler out the door and, she's hoping, into the car.
[Mother]
Look, they already took our trash.
I'm glad I put it out there fast.
And the recycling is all gone--
Finn, can you hurry along?
So we can go to preschool
Where you can break all the rules
[Finn]
With Emma, Nate, Ashley, and Ty
Two girls and three cool guys
