I tend to turn everything into a song. It's how my brain works. That said, when I discovered a serious grain beetle infestation in my chicken feed, my brain did this:
I got a bucket, got a bucket full of beetles
eatin' up my grain and being very leetle, oh, no no no
chew what you want but you're never gonna survive
here come the girls and they're gonna eat you a-live, oh, oh oh oh!
Eat them all up, a crunchy treat
They taste so good, for lunch today
Eat them all up, they taste so sweet
Eat them all up, a bug buffet!
Natasha Bedingfield had a pocket full of sunshine. I just work with what I've got.
No comments:
Post a Comment