Our boys like singing Christmas carols. A couple of weeks ago, I taught Calfgrit7 the Batman version of Jingle Bells:
Robyn laid an egg.
The Batmobile lost a wheel,
And Joker got away.
He started singing it all the time. Cowgrit asked me, “Are you proud of yourself?”
Well, not exactly “proud,” per se. Calfgrit7 then taught the verses to Calfgrit3. They both love singing the song, but Cowgrit has forbidden them singing that version while in range of her hearing.
About a week ago, at a Cub Scout den meeting, Calfgrit7 was exposed to a new version (that I’ve never before heard):
Robyn laid an egg,
He shot a tree,
And made it pee,
In nineteen ninety-three.
Now both boys like singing both versions, plus some other lines they’ve made up. Last night at a restaurant, Calfgrit3 started joyously singing, “Jingle bells-”
“No,” I said. “Please don’t sing that right now.” I then foolishly put a forkful of food in my mouth.
Calfgrit3 explained, as loudly as he had started singing, “I wasn’t going to sing the ‘Batmobile’ one.”
I wagged my finger at him to tell him to hush, while I chewed furiously to swallow so I could talk again.
But he continued while I couldn’t speak, “I was going to sing the ‘shot a tree, made it pee’ one.”
The two women at the table right next to us burst out laughing. Thank goodness Cowgrit wasn’t with us right then.