Earlier this week is was The Rapping Cat, which I cannot give you a youtube link for since it’s a song one of Tesfa’s friends made up for her, but I’ll put the lyrics below so you can bask in its awesomeness:
I’m a cat, not a fox
I poop in a box
When I want fresh fish
I head to the docks
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, dab x2
What’s the situation?
The situation is that the rapping cat is in the nation.
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, dab x2
End
Now that I’ve shared that with you what all the happening nine year olds in my small Maritime song are singing, the song currently in my head is:
You can take the Meghan out of the United Church of Canada, but you can’t take the old Protestant hymns out of her earworm repository.