Indians
At Max’s school (and I suspect everyone else’s too), they don’t sit “Indian style” anymore. It’s called “criss-cross applesauce.”
For the last few days he’s been singing a song nonstop with the tune of “Ten Little Indians.” Today I wasn’t paying attention to the words and I asked what song it was, because clearly if they can’t sit “Indian-style” they can’t sing about Indians either.
The song IS the same tune, but these are the words:
There’s January, February, March and April
May, June, July and August
September, October, November and December
And those are the months of the year
The damn thing WILL NOT LEAVE MY HEAD.