There was such a strong reader response to yesterday's parodies that it only seems reasonable to offer a bit more...
She's a grand old cat
She's a high-flying cat
And long may her proud tail wave
It's the emblem of
The kitty we love
So handsome so clever so brave
Oh the black and white
It's a horrible sight
If you happen to be a rat
May old acquaintance ne'er be forgot
Keep your eye on the grand old cat
and one of my favorites ... sung to the tune of the Happy Wanderer
I love to go a-gorging
Amid great gobs of food
And as I do my abdomen
Continues to protrude.
Chorus
Calorie, calorah
Calorie, calorah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Calorie, calorah,
My body is obese.
Italian food with all its cheese
And thick tomato paste
It never seems to pass on through
But hangs around my waist.
Chorus
French cuisine inspires me
To even greater heights
An eight-course meal is quickly done
In seven standard bites.
Chorus
A German meal is all I need
To make my day complete
It's hard to keep account of all
The strudel that I eat.
Chorus
At hot dog stands and burger
To make my power play
They bring it in a wheelbarrow
Instead of on a tray.
Chorus
A tip of the hat to Bill Dale for this one. Bill a fellow grad student at Stony Brook many years ago and was a font of stuff like this. Sadly he died (CF) about twenty years ago and this seems like a nice way to celebrate his memory.
He would be singing this stuff in the dorm lounge and I would have him go over it several times taking it down in my differential geometry and quantum electrodynamics notes... it is strange what is really useful after all these years.
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