Back at Wordy Girls last year, I posted a wretched poem McDonald’s was using on their placemats. Talk about giving poetry a bad name!
Well, a week or so ago, I was at a Taco John’s. Great tacos, terrible marketing. The tabletop seller advertising their “SOOO TASTY!” crunchy chicken and potato burrito had this gem on it, which you sing to the tune of “Old MacDonald Had a Farm.”
Taco John’s had a burrito,
aye-yi yi-yi-yi!
And in that burrito was
crunchy chicken, aye-yi yi-yi-yi!
With a crunch, crunch here
and a crunch, crunch there
Here a crunch, there a crunch,
everywhere a crunch, crunch
Taco John’s had a burrito,
aye-yi yi-yi-yi!
Aye-yi yi-yi-yi? Please! I know third graders who could do a better job on this.
It gives a second example (I’ll spare you) and then encourages you to create your own lyrics to classic melodies. So here’s my response this morning:
Sung to the tune of Frere Jacques:
Are you kidding?
Are you stupid?
Can you count?
Can you read?
Stick to making tacos
Leave the songs alone
Stop, indeed!
Don’t proceed!
OK, that’s bad, too, I know. But hey, maybe someone will put it on a placemat.
Now I’ll take my grumpy self out of here and get to work.