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My dwindling brain

My brain power is slowly fading.  I think I began to lose all sense of scholastic function beginning at 8.  There's just not a lot going on up there except a moth named Alan fluttering around a dim bulb.  But one thing that my brain seems to excel at, is remember truly annoying jingles.

For reasons unknown, I have always had this one song stuck in my head.  I place full responsibility upon my parents since it is obviously before my time.  However, having three older siblings has warped the jingle into various (usually unrepeatable) forms.  I knew it started with a two-syllable word.  " __ in the morning __ in the evening __ at suppertime." 

Various renditions have been: Poop, butt-hole, farting, cheesecake, brownies, spanking, etc. etc.  Anything with two syllables that springs to mind gets inserted into it. 

So this morning, my brain decides to blare this while I'm trying to take a shower.  It dawned upon me that I had no idea what the real word was.   I briefly considered annoying my sister, the fount of all useless knowledge, with the question.  But then, that would inflict the irritating jingle upon her.  So I turned to youTube--fully convinced to find it.  Find it I did.  The missing word?  Sugar.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mYJn4J-r2U  If you have a masochistic streak, here's the link.

Personally, I think it was my parents' way of getting back at us for being annoying.

Some jingles aren't too bad. I have a soft spot for the BC Clark jingle, but others are a type of slow torture--infiltrating my brain and pushing out all useful knowledge until all that's left are a series of songs and annoying commercials.  I think I will share various stupid commercials every day this week. 

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