Okay, so I sometimes find myself 'filksinging' in my head. It usually happens in the “morning” when I'm cooking breakfast, or in the shower. This one occurred while fixing a nice cheese omelette, which may or may not account for the cheesiness. It goes to the tune of “Let there be Peace on Earth, and let it begin with me.” A song I first encountered at Salt Lake City's Annual Interfaith Celebration of the Human Spirit, which, as Stephan Hoeller said, is probably more than adequate for the human spirit. I've since heard it in the Christmas song line-up, did the usual 'peas' for 'peace' substitution, and got this:
Let there be Peas on Earth,
and let there be some for me.
Let there be Peas on Earth,
and fresh in crisp po-ods be.
To savor each morsel,
each round tasty morsel,
with unabash-ed glee!
Oh, let there be Peas on Earth,
and let there be LOTS for me!
Someday, I may inflict “Waking up is hard to do” on you. Consider yourselves warned.
2 comments:
Iye, a man after me own heart!
in the name of cheese and rice, amen.
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