The joys of living with a toddler is the unconscious absorption of inane songs by artists such as The Wiggles. This morning I woke up with this banter in my head:
"What has four legs and a very flat top?
It's in your house and it's really stable (stable)
It may be made of wood, you can have your dinner there
It's very useful, it's a table."
"(Oh, a table)"
There are worse things to wake up to, I guess.
(Wake up Jeff, everybody's Wiggling / Wake up Jeff, we really need you / Wake up Jeff, you're missing all the fun now / Wake up Jeff, before the day's through ...)
Somebuddy make it stop. Please.
"What has four legs and a very flat top?
It's in your house and it's really stable (stable)
It may be made of wood, you can have your dinner there
It's very useful, it's a table."
"(Oh, a table)"
There are worse things to wake up to, I guess.
(Wake up Jeff, everybody's Wiggling / Wake up Jeff, we really need you / Wake up Jeff, you're missing all the fun now / Wake up Jeff, before the day's through ...)
Somebuddy make it stop. Please.
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