Oh give me some foam, whose pieces won’t roam,
from the tank, on which its attached,
with seldom the sight, of pieces in flight,
the shuttle, it hardly gets scratched.Foam! Foam on the tank!
Stay stuck, to the place you’re attached!
With seldom the sight, of your pieces in flight,
The shuttle, it hardly gets scratched.Where the foam is so pure, application so free,
the makeup, so balmy and light,
That I would not so yank, my foam from the tank,
For all the reasons so right.Applying the foam, on that bright shining dome,
We shower each other in streams,
where the graceful white paste, we apply with such haste,
on ourselves more than tank, so it seems.Foam! Foam on the tank!
Stay stuck, to the place you’re attached!
With seldom the sight, of your pieces in flight,
The shuttle, it hardly gets scratched. —John L. JerzFoam on the Tank! (Jerz’s Literacy Weblog)
My brother, an engineer, wrote this in honor of the space shuttle’s safe return. (Sing it to “Home on the Range.”) He’s also written about chads.
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Thanks for the comment, John. I found the original lyrics and sang both versions for him.
Peter, I'm glad you like this clever attempt at humor. I spent about an hour putting together combinations of words, looking for words that rhyme in a way that tells a story. Some of the words were taken directly from the original lyrics to "Home on the Range", especially the 2nd verse. Have your father show you the original words, and you can see how I borrowed words to put into my story.
John
Wow! How many stories (and songs) can my family make? You'll go crazy about the next one. As a matter of fact, I've imagined so many more at night they wouldn't fit on this page.
Another classic! I always smile when I hear the original songs and think of John's new lyrics.