I have a job shadow today with a music therapist. I pictured this as someone who plays Beethoven for small children. No. It's not. They sing, for old people. Gross. So Miss Mixmaster Mack and I decided to write a few little tunes for them. Here they are:
You are old,
Yes you are,
And you smell like a superstar/smokey bar/broken car/piece of tar. (nothing sounded right)
You are old,
This is true,
I hope I'm never as old as you. (point, but make sure to smile)
Really old people
Scare me to death,
Especially because of
Their really bad breath.
We decided that as long as you sing in a happy voice and smile a lot they won't understand that you are insulting them and all will be fine. Ah, the benefits of hearing aids.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
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