I just can't help it. I think I am hijacking again. Well, not exactly. But sort of. Maybe.
Anyway, this is for those of you who have little grandchildren. My grandchildren are teenagers now. (I am actually quite young. Yeah, that's it. I was a grandmothering prodigy.)
Anyway, I always taught my grandchildren songs when they were little. Included in my repertoire was the ever popular "Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine. He never drank water. He always drank wine." . . .
I digress. Back to my point.
Here is a song that I knew long before the Muppets did. And my darling grandchildren knew all the words. Still do I'm sure.
And while I know this song is all about a crocodile and not an alligator, it's close enough. And kids love the song. And so do I. So hit this link if you want to smile -- or not. And try not to think about what's happening to all those -- uh, -- oops! -- uh, frogs!
(And, btw, that snapping turtle that I was telling you all about yesterday that was on my Ohio patio -- well, Mr. Boomer Dundee came home and relocated it to a nearby creek where I hope he is living happily ever after. The snapping turtle, not Mr. Boomer Dundee.)
Anyway, if you have little grandchildren, you just have to hit this link. You'll be glad you did. And so will they.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qVWuAyWWuAU
Boomer