Frère Jacques
2010
(sing to the tune of Frère Jacques)
School lunches, school lunches,
Concrete chips, concrete chips
Soggy semolina, soggy semolina
I feel sick, toilet quick.
Why our brain remembers such things. And forgets the Latin we were taught in that private girl’s school. It just goes to show. When I’m 80, I’ll have forgotten my name but will be singing the above and nobody will understand why. I had to look up semolina.