I know that poem
as a song. I sing it a capella.

I once inadvertently gave a kid a nickname that (I think) still follows him by making a joke to my sons. My oldest was telling me about a friend of his named Neil as I was serving dinner, and I said, "Wait, what was the kid's name?"

"Neil."

I dropped to my knees, to his bewilderment. Then it dawned on him and he yelled, "Dad, that's his NAME!"

I got to my feet and said, "Well, it's a good thing his name wasn't Eatachair".

Months later I heard another kid referring to that kid as Eatachair and about choked...

So Legless, why are dog turds no longer white?
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 18 Apr 2008, 16:52, Reply)