Sung to the tune of "Take Me Out to the Ballgame" by Jack Norworth and Albert Von Tilzer.
Take Me Out of Your Backpack
Take me out of your backpack.
Reach inside the black hole,
Past the detritus and paper mess–
What's inside could be anyone's guess,
But please root, root, root till you find me.
Sniff me out with your nose.
For with 1-, 2-, 3-day old chicken
That's how it goes!
© 2014 Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. All rights reserved.
Tamera Will Wissinger has challenged us to come up with a parody or tribute poem this month. (Click HERE for details.) If you would like to join in the fun, send your poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right.
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All participants will be rounded up on July 25th
and entered to win a copy of Tamera's delightful new picture book,
THIS OLD BAND.
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Voice of experience?
ReplyDeleteThankfully, no. Just a an keen sense of smell and a overactive imagination.
DeleteLove it!
ReplyDeleteScary! I have been there before (with lunchboxes that were left at school over break). Ack.
ReplyDeleteOh, almost missed this one, Michelle. I have stories... It's perfect for teachers & a talk during the first week of school. Sometimes there are also things in lockers! What fun you had!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comments, Kristi, Tabatha, and Linda! Good to know it's possible to live through the experience. ;)
ReplyDeleteThis is so sing-able! Nice job, Michelle.
ReplyDeleteVery clever, Michelle. :) Nice poem.
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Monica and Gayle.
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