Just got the boys to bed (tho not quite asleep yet). We performed the nightly ritual that Alane and John Paul have somehow developed: a lion story, an elephant story, and a song. "Tell me a little lion story, Daddy," is what drew me into their room (a little past their bedtime, owing to their long nap earlier). So I made up a lion story. "Now an elephant story!" I obliged. "Now a song!" So we sang "Barbecue" by Brak. Then "On the Street," and finally Beeflog." John Paul can sing along almost the whole way thru each. When we were done, he said "Ok, you go now." So I left. And now I blog.

On the street!
On the street,
I think there's something stuck on my feet.
Life is great,
I feel grand
I could eat a whole pound of ham!
Hello, Mr. Sidewalk,
How'd you get so long?
Do you mind being under me?
As I sing this happy song
On the street!