Page 45 of A Very Friendly Valentine's Day
“Why don’t we do a round of ‘Row, Row, Row Your Boat.’ You know that song, right? Do you all know what singing a round means?”
“Yeeeessss,” they all shout out together, rolling their eyes.
“That’s a baby song!” one of them complains, followed by a chorus of complaints from the rest of them.
Tough crowd.
“Well, let’s start with a baby song, and if we do it well, then we can graduate to something a little more grown-up. Like an Eminem song.”
I divide us up into two groups of three and lead them in the round. This is great. I’m not thinking about Eddie’s penis at all right now.
“Row, row, row, your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream –now you!
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream –keep it going!
Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily,
Life is but a dream.”
Crap. Now I’m thinking about Eddie’s penis.
