Why is there not a song about craisins I can sing when eating them at lunch? I want to be bopping along, eating my craisins, and singing my craisin song.
Maybe something like
Craisins, craisins, give me a handful, do
I’m half crazy all for the love of you
You’re not too fancy a dried fruit
But to me you’ll more than suit
And you taste fine upon the tines
Of a fork made for two.
Ha, speaking of which, the Professor noted last night that everything at that pizza place over on 12th that is larger than a serving comes in a serving large enough for three people. It’s as if they’re encouraging polyamory. I think we should start that rumor and see if we can get church folks to boycott it.