So, here’s a song I sing to the Murster. No particular tune or tempo, just whatever he’s in the mood for. I know he likes it because he usually ends up hurling afterwards. What other proof do you need?
Hey Meester Murrow
You’re my little churro
You ride your little burro
Down the thoroughfare
I won’t bore you guys with the words to the Potato Song. You’ll be sorry if you ask. And, yes, this is mama’s first posting.