Friday, September 25, 2009

One Little, Two Little, Three Little . . .

Some of my best ideas for posts come when I am vacuuming. I was half-way down the hall with the vacuum cleaner when I happened upon this little idea. Not that it bears any resemblance whatsoever to my real life. We don't even have a cuss jar.

I'm just sayin'.

Just try to read this familiar tune without ending up singing it out loud. Can't be done.
Again, I'm just saying.

One little, two little, three little chickadees
Four little, five little, six little hands
Seven little, eight little, nine little stories
Ten li'l innocent Legos.

One little, two little, three little chickadees
Four little, five little, six little spats
Seven little, eight little, nine little hollers
Ten li'l abandoned Legos

One little, two little, three little toes
Four little, five little, six little toes
Seven little, eight little, nine little toes
Ten toes scrunched, up hurting.

One little, two little, three little hops
Four little, five little, six little coins in the cuss jar
Seven little, eight little, nine sly glances
Ten swipes with the vacuum.

One little, two little, three little cries
Four little, five little, six rolling eyes
Seven little, eight little, nine little "More please!"
Ten little temper tantrums.

One little, two little, three little kids buckled in
Four little, five little, six little "Nos!" in my head
Seven little, eight little, nine little dollars
Ten little Legos more.

One little, two little, three little happy faces
Four little, five little, six weary smiles back at them
Seven little eight little, nine toes scrunch in mem'ry
Ten little sighs of delight.


2 comments:

  1. Legos? Ouch! That's all I have to say!

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  2. So funny -- you've even inspired me to vacuum this morning!

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