Well, I like it...

I may not have written a very good novel during my adventure with NaNoWriMo (in fact, I know I did not), but I did like one of the songs my character sings.


Oh, come on down to the kitchen my dear
We’ll have ourselves some sausage and beer
We’ll roll out the dough till the cows come back
And throw the apples and the nuts in a sack

Oh, come on down to the kitchen my dear
It’s high time we drank and ate some steer
We’ll chop up the ‘tatoes and roast some meat
And your mama’s pie just can’t be beat

Oh, come on down to the kitchen my dear
The stove’s on fire and I say, “Stay clear!”
The horses have bolted and lost their tack
But we’ve still got cabbages in the shed out back

Oh, come on down to the kitchen my dear
We can’t stop baking 'till the moon appears
We’ve eggs to crack and a crust to bake
There’s pork from the forest and some fish from the lake

Oh, come on down to the kitchen my dear
It’s time again for some sausage and beer
You’ve got to eat a little of the sheep
Then it’s up to bed for a good night’s sleep


Catchy, don't you think?