[stan] 6:23 a.m. - Song
Song: I Had a Little Chickie
Artist: Unknown
Why: Beats the heck outta me. It just popped into my head out of nowhere - I'd literally not heard this little tune since I was a kid.
The way we always sang it was:
Well, there once was a chickie
And she wouldn't lay an egg,
So I poured hot water
Up and down her leg,
Well, the little chickie cried
The little chickie begged;
And the poor little chickie laid
A hard-boiled egg.
Boom-diddly-yada, hot chick.
Well, there once was a chickie
And she wouldn't lay an egg,
So I poured gun powder
Up and down her leg,
Well, the little chickie cried
The little chickie begged;
And the poor little chickie laid
A hand grenade.
Boom-diddly-yada, no chick.
The weird things we remember...
Artist: Unknown
Why: Beats the heck outta me. It just popped into my head out of nowhere - I'd literally not heard this little tune since I was a kid.
The way we always sang it was:
Well, there once was a chickie
And she wouldn't lay an egg,
So I poured hot water
Up and down her leg,
Well, the little chickie cried
The little chickie begged;
And the poor little chickie laid
A hard-boiled egg.
Boom-diddly-yada, hot chick.
Well, there once was a chickie
And she wouldn't lay an egg,
So I poured gun powder
Up and down her leg,
Well, the little chickie cried
The little chickie begged;
And the poor little chickie laid
A hand grenade.
Boom-diddly-yada, no chick.
The weird things we remember...
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