While playing her four-key toy piano, Luisa (3) started singing a song of mine that she calls (after its first line) "She walks the walk" (I call it "Then It's a Duck"). She knew some of the lines well:
She walks the walk ...
She finds the finds ...
She slams the slams ...
And then came:
She rutschbahns the Rutschbahns ...
I burst out laughing: a "Rutschbahn" is a "slide," and the real line is, of course, "she slides the slides."
THEN IT'S A DUCK
She walks the walk.
She talks the talk.
She finds the finds.
She minds the minds.
She's got what she's got;
She's not what she's not.
She walks the walk.
She tries the tries.
She cries the cries.
She sighs the sighs.
She lies the lies.
She's got what she's got;
She's not what she's not.
She talks the talk.
She takes the takes.
She fakes the fakes.
She slips the slips.
She trips the trips.
She's got what she's got;
She's not what she's not.
She walks the walk.
She jams the jams.
She slams the slams.
She slides the slides.
She rides the rides.
She's got what she's got;
She's not what she's not.
She talks the talk.
Monday, August 27, 2007
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