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Silly Singalong...

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We love to sing in this house. Mostly we like to sing songs we've made up. We usually make up our own tunes, but occasionally we borrow a tune and rewrite the lyrics to suit ourselves (this may or may not breech copyright, but I think we're safe until we go public - and we wouldn't be that safe going public anyway, one well aimed shot with an overripe tomato could do serious damage, I imagine...).

Today the Little Lama was a very, very sad little boy. He had been quite content when he was destroying the loungeroom this morning, and also when he was de-shelving all of the Grumpy Old Man's books this afternoon, and especially when he was running amok in the school yard at pick-up time, tripping up mums, and riling up dogs at the front gate, but after we arrived home and he realised we weren't going to play outside in the icy rain, he pretty much lost the plot and became the very saddest Little Lama you've ever seen.

To cheer him up, I started singing. This is what I sang... (to the tune of Old McDonald Had a Farm)

Old McDaddy had a house, e, i, e, i, o.
and in that house he had a Lama, e, i, e, i, o.
with a Wah wah, here, and a snot snot there,
here a wah, there some snot, everywhere a wah-snot.
Old McDaddy had a house, e, i, e, i, o.

Old McDaddy had a house, e, i, e, i, o.
and in that house he had a Buddha, e, i, e, i, o.
with a "I don't like this food, I don't like that food,
I don't like any food, now bring me some HOT CHIPS!
Old McDaddy had a house, e, i, e, i, o.

Old McDaddy had a house, e, i, e, i, o.
and in that house he had a Blue-y, e, i, e, i, o.
with a farty, farty here, and a farty, farty there,
here a fart, there a fart, everywhere a fart, fart.
Old McDaddy had a house, e, i, e, i, o.

Old McDaddy had a house, e, i, e, i, o.
and in that house he had a Viking, e, i, e, i, o.
with a whinge, whinge, here and a moan, moan there,
here a whinge, there a moan, everywhere a whinge-moan,
Old McDaddy had a house, e, i, e, i, o!

(now, I'll give you one guess which verse was requested over and over again - peeeee-eww!)

In very little time at all, we had our giggly Little Lama back. Singing always works miracles around here!

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