Cheese makes writing taste better.
I have a camp counselor named Thunder to thank for this blog post. It’s a repeat-after-me song. My daughters went to an environmental camp that ended with a family camp-out. Thunder led this song and it not only made me incredibly hungry for a certain food, it also made me want to put my lighter in the air. I didn’t have a lighter. So I’m holding it up to you guys, the truest gregorific fans around, to wave back and forth until it lodges tightly into your brains. As it did mine. You are welcome.
It’s cheese, cheese, cheese that make the mice go ‘round. (repeat each verse after me)
It’s mice, mice, mice that make the cats go ‘round. (do it)
It’s cats, cats, cats that make the dogs go ‘round. (don't be shy)
It’s dogs, dogs, dogs that make the boys go ‘round. (your co-workers will like it)
It’s boys, boys, boys that make the girls go ‘round. (louder)
It’s girls, girls, girls that make the love go ‘round. (repeat)
It’s love, love, love that makes the world go ‘round. (insert dramatic pause)
And so you see…
It’s really cheese, cheese, cheese that makes the world go ‘round.
It’s mice, mice, mice that make the cats go ‘round. (do it)
It’s cats, cats, cats that make the dogs go ‘round. (don't be shy)
It’s dogs, dogs, dogs that make the boys go ‘round. (your co-workers will like it)
It’s boys, boys, boys that make the girls go ‘round. (louder)
It’s girls, girls, girls that make the love go ‘round. (repeat)
It’s love, love, love that makes the world go ‘round. (insert dramatic pause)
And so you see…
It’s really cheese, cheese, cheese that makes the world go ‘round.
It’s cheese, cheese, cheese that makes the world go ‘round!
I knew you’d like it. Go get yourself a slice.
Cheesy,
~gregorific
Cheesy,
~gregorific
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