A Different Street

… is a permeable one, I’ve discovered, and one that my son enjoys daring.

This morning I woke him up, as I often do, with a meant-to-be-slightly-annoying chorus of “Good Morning To You!” Without missing a beat, he stuck his head up and sang,

Good morning to you, good morning to you
I don’t want breakfast, so get out of my room!

Only the mischievous smile saved it from being lèse majesté.

Edited to add:

I had forgotten an earlier foray into lyric writing, composed for the same tune, a year or so ago:

Happy birthday to me,
I’m one hundred and three
I still go to preschool
And I want my mommy.

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