My Least Favorite Things
(With apologies to Oscar Hammerstein II)
Bird poop on roses and mangy bald kittens
Aluminum kettles and moth eaten mittens
Brown paper packages with volatile things
That explode when I pull on the wrapping strings
Losing race ponies that shoot my caboodle
Door bell at midnight by neighbor with poodle
Vampire bats with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my least favorite things
Boys in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on the road and cause crashes
Silver white winters that won’t melt in Spring
These are a few of my least favorite things
When my heart sings
When I'm feeling glad
I simply remember my least favorite things
And then I start feeling bad.
5 comments:
Clever, clever indeed! I suck at re writing lyrics to anything. Perhaps i can send you over some songs we're thinking of doing in workshop this summer and you can do the word re-writes for me? Please, pretty please?
You are a jewel! And I may just take this with me to my women's conference talk in Texas, if you don't mind. It's on happiness...and a little paradox can be a good thing. You can read the intro to the talk on my blog today, if you want to see what context I'd be using. Then let me know if you mind my borrowing this one. Of course, I will give you full credit...
I leave tomorrow am, so let me know asap, okay?
=)
I'm going to be sharing this song often with my friends:)
haha!! i loved this :D thanks for the boost ;D
hahhaa this is my favorite of your recent posts... looks like Maria's smelling something nasty
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