Profound thoughts
Jan. 20th, 2016 12:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ysobel...the sort of profound that comes at midnight-thirty when one was out way past ones bedtime and is therefore still too wound up to sleep.
Okay, so. I was singing "On Top of Spaghetti" in my head for no particular reason (earlier I was out-loud singing "thwre was an old lady who swallowed a fly" but I couldn't remember what came after the dog, though I have since looked that up), and there is the more commonly known short version, and then there is the version that I learned with an additional verse.
(* online sources say beautiful, but I swear I remember it being spaghetti)
The bracketed section is not always included. Now, without that verse, the moral makes sense: meatballs are yummy (assuming one is not vegetarian), dirty mushy meatball remains much less so. But *with* the additional verse -- dude, if sacrificing one meatball gave me a magic meatball tree the next year? Hell yeah that's worth it!
(Of course, around here it would be "...and onto the floor, then Yahtzee was helpful, my meatball's no more", so it wouldn't get as far as the magic meatball tree stage. But still.)
Okay, so. I was singing "On Top of Spaghetti" in my head for no particular reason (earlier I was out-loud singing "thwre was an old lady who swallowed a fly" but I couldn't remember what came after the dog, though I have since looked that up), and there is the more commonly known short version, and then there is the version that I learned with an additional verse.
On top of spaghetti, all covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed
It rolled off the table and onto the floor
And then my poor meatball rolled out of the door
It rolled to the garden and under a bush
And then my poor meatball was nothing but mush
[ The mush was as tasty as tasty could be
And early next summer, grew into a tree
The tree was all covered with spaghetti* moss
It grew lovely meatballs and tomato sauce ]
So if you eat spaghetti all covered with cheese
Hold onto your meatball, and don't ever sneeze
(* online sources say beautiful, but I swear I remember it being spaghetti)
The bracketed section is not always included. Now, without that verse, the moral makes sense: meatballs are yummy (assuming one is not vegetarian), dirty mushy meatball remains much less so. But *with* the additional verse -- dude, if sacrificing one meatball gave me a magic meatball tree the next year? Hell yeah that's worth it!
(Of course, around here it would be "...and onto the floor, then Yahtzee was helpful, my meatball's no more", so it wouldn't get as far as the magic meatball tree stage. But still.)
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Date: 2016-01-21 12:42 am (UTC)My cousins and I always sang, [...]nothing but mush. / But early next summer / it grew into a tree / and now I have meatballs / whenever I please! There was no moralising verse after that one.
Weird synchronistic singing
Date: 2016-01-27 04:58 pm (UTC)Ammobunny