Here’s my fourth annual diatribe on children’s songs.
Who is This Old Man? And what gives him the right to play knick-knack on my thumb? Why can’t he teach me how to play knick-knack, instead of incessantly rolling home at the end of every verse?
There, got that off my chest. Time to give the dog a bone.







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