A Song for Woodson

After I had the baby there were many funny things that happened - most I meant to blog about, but my good intentions never lead to follow through.

Anyway - we had a moment where I was trying to fake "car" yogurt, by slipping the empty car container over a princess yogurt cup.  Woodson figured it out....I told Taco about the event which ended in tears and Woodson opening the refrigerator door taking all of the car "covers" off the princess yogurt yelling, I DONT WANT PRINCESS YOGURT!.  Duh.  Taco wrote this song about the many Woodson woes.  It is, quite simply, hilarious.  Thank you Taco for your wit and awesome grand-taco-ing skills.

(To the tune of Johnny Cash’s Folsom Prison Blues)

My mama gave me yoyo

she made it look like Car’s

Turns out it was Princess, now I wanna move to Mars

Yes my lovin’ ma deceived me

and Auntie Margie too

They tricked me into eating

that nasty Princess goo.

When I learned it was Princess,

It nearly made me puke

To pay ‘em back when I grow up I’m gonna go to Duke

No more “Gone to Carolina,”

The heck with Chapel Hill

Yeah I’m fed up with the Tar Heels

And all that Princess swill.

Now my family says I’m silly,

All yoyo is the same,

But they’re all in cahoots on this and they should be ashamed,

Yes you know you cannot trust them,

No matter what they say.

If I get fooled tomorrow,

I’ll have to run away.

Well I bit my little playmate

I did it in the yard

And when my mama scolded then I really bit him hard

Well the fellow went a-wailing

And he had me to thank.

So when I bit the third time,

I earned a dreadful spank.

When I was just a young lad

My sister told me “Kid,

Don’t spread your poop around the place,” but that’s just what “I did”.

Yes I smeared it on the windows,

So it would stink so high!

Now I hear my mama yelling,

I’ve gotta run and hide.

Love,

Taco