Rubber Trees and High Hopes
This is the time of year when I'm so busy at work that I just put my brain on automatic. Sometimes I even forget to bring it home with me. It sits at my desk all night, alone and cold, burning up precious cells trying to stay warm. In a few days there will just be little ball of clay sitting there, about the size of a large marble. If I learn anything this week, it's bound to fall into the Lame category. Like this:
Erasable pens are erasable because the ink is actually a liquid rubber cement.
Oh man, rubber cement. I'm getting high right now just thinking about it. When I was a kid, my dad was a teacher and I had access to the supply closets at school. Which just might be the answer to that question my mother always asks her dog, "Why is my daughter so weird?". And why I always had cash in my pocket. Just kidding.
Think he'll move that rubber tree plant?
Anyone knows an ant can't
Move a rubber tree plant
But he's got HIGH hopes, he's got HIGH hopes
He's got high apple pi-i-ie-in-the-sk-y-y hopes
So, any time you're gettin' low, 'stead of lettin' go, just remember that ant
Oops, there goes another rubber tree
Oops, there goes another rubber tree
Oops, there goes another rubber tree plant!
2 comments:
OMG.. so that's where all the rubber cement went too... Shocked you know the words to that song. I use to sing it a lot when I was young... yeah, yeah, yeah I know i'm prehistoric now
that tune akin to "It's a small world after all".
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