Monday, September 18, 2006

I have the prune “song” stuck inside my head.
Those of you who know it can sing along (and get it stuck inside your head!)

Those of you who don’t know it, can just look at me weird
(Everyone looks at you weird when you sing the prune song)

A baby prune is like his dad,
But he’s not wrinkle half so bad.

No matter how young a prune may be,
He’s always getting stew-ed
(We bow)

Little seed inside the pru-en,
Is it night or is it noo-en,
What’s in there, Whatcha doing,
Little seed inside the pru-en.
(We bow. Again)