A Time Honored Tradition

I think children's music is specially designed to grate on the nerves of adults. I'm not sure what the evolutionary explination is for this, but none the less, it's true. But if I have to be annoyed by it, I might as well have fun with it. I think making up new verses for time honored songs is my right as a mommy. So, for my contributions, I present to you two of my favorites.

Sung to the tune of Someone's in the Kitchen with Dinah
(usually sung while I'm dragging her exersaucer into the kitchen so she can hang with me while I cook or clean)

Someone's in the kitchen with mommy.
Someone's in the kitchen I know-ow-ow-ow.
Someone's in the kitchen with mommy.
Drooling on her old banjo.


The Wheels on the Bus

The thugs on the bus go, "yo, yo, yo",
"yo, yo, yo", "yo, yo, yo"
The thugs on the bus go, "yo, yo, yo"
All through the town.


How do you keep yourself sane when children's music threatens your sanity? Am I the only one that makes up new verses for age old songs? (Please tell me I'm not!)