With sincere apologies to Oscar Hammerstein
Bebop and goosenecks and bitterns in knickers,
Night-blooming nettles and pizza with kippers,
Naughty pajamas for afternoon flings:
These are a few of my favorite things.
Granules and nodules and spicules with poodles,
Snitches with itches and decadent bugles,
Wildebeests soaring on flea-bitten wings:
These are a few of my favorite things.
Kangaroos dancing to music that clashes,
Schnauzers at play at the foot of Parnassus,
Honky-tonk fiddles and nebulous kings:
These are a few of my favorite things.
When the pip squeaks, when the flip flops, when I’m peeling shad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don’t feel so plaid.
