I know some of you have been graced with the sound of my singing. It is angelic, no, demonic. Well, I'm no recording artist.
Anyway, I have a tendency to make up songs. I'll sing to our dog, Jarvis, about what we're doing. "We are going to go for a walk and you are going to pee and poop and behave yourself then we'll come home and you can have a treat and some water and a nap or we'll play or maybe a bath..."
But wait, sometimes the songs aren't just me getting my sing-song creations on. There are times when I change the words to known songs. These can be even BETTER!!! Here are a couple I've come up with:
"I know you have a little ketchup in you yet. I know you have a tablespoon left." Which I sing to the tune of Kate Bush's "This Woman's Work." I know, I know, I should be ashamed of myself.
Here's another GREAT one:
"Acrobat Reader" in place of "Paperback Writer" by The Beatles
I haven't done anything full-length. You're letting out a great, big sigh of relief, I'm sure. It's all in fun and part of embracing my inner-goofball. I learned it from a
song on "Sesame Street."