Last night when I was trying to fall asleep, I asked Bob to sing me a song so he “wrote” one for me on the spot.
Bob: I eat spoons. They’re made of metal. I eat SPOOOONS they’re made of metal. I eat SPOOOOOOOONS!
Me: You don’t eat metal, You’re not a goat.
Bob: Baaa! ram you! (while head butting me.) Goats ram things so they should have been called rams. But I guess the name ‘ram’ was already taken so they were named goats.
Me: Goodnight.
Baa ram you!
