A song in my head

cs found a website to entertain c8. It’s a website full of children’s songs. c8’s (& cs’) favorite is called Singalong Lingalong Birdie Song.

Problem is, I’ve been waking up at 3:00 a.m. the last few days with the tune running through my brain and it won’t leave!

Whatever happened to songs that we sang as kids? I was thinking of Thanksgiving coming up and one of them popped up in my head.

What a difference a generation makes. As I started thinking about the words, I wondered how it would sound being sung in classrooms today by a roomful of kids at the top of their lungs.

Fat Turkey

There’s a big fat turkey on Grandpa’s farm
Who thinks he’s very gay.
He spreads his tail into a great big fan
And struts around all day.

You should hear him gobble at the girls and boys,
He thinks he is singing when he makes that noise.
He’ll sing his song a different way
Upon Thanksgiving Day.

Say what????!!!

I’m appalled! Who knows what damage and trauma my childhood psyche has suffered. How could the teachers torture school kids by making us sing that song? Contact the president elect. Contact the California proposition people. Get a petition started. The words should be changed immediately to become politically correct…There’s an oversized turkey on Grandpa’s farm.

Sad to say, although the meaning has changed, it seems that the rest of the world is okay with the second line staying as is.