The male mind is a mystery to me.
I've been informed that being kissed by your mother is unacceptable, because girls are uckapooey.
Yup. Uck-a-pooey.
What is not uckapooey?
Singing this song over and over again, with much gusto:
Great green gobs of greasy grimey gopher guts,
Mutilated monkey meat,
Little birdies' bloody feet,
French-fried eyeballs rolling down the avenue,
And I forgot my spoon!
It is, apparently, the coolest song ever written. At least I'm assuming that, based on how frequently he sings it.
The greatest irony here? I, the uckapooey girl, taught him the song.
(And yes, I realize that's ironic on a number of levels. Or maybe insane, I'm not sure. But for those of you who know Leah Stevens Thompson, you'll be interested in learning that she taught me the song.)
Edited to add: You can listen to the song here. It's slightly different from how we sing it, and apparently we only know the chorus. But if you would like to learn it yourself, or teach your children :) this will help.
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I remember singing at song as a kid, but we sang a slightly different version. Here's ours:
Great green gobs of greasy grimey gopher guts,
Mutilated monkey meat,
Oh what a treat to eat,
I forgot my spoon!
Guess I'll use a straw!
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