Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Dancing in the trees

(Sing this to the tune of Dancing In The Streets by Martha And The Vandellas)


It’s reforrestation for your airport vacation
A chance to see a tree
They’ll be red lights blinking
And glasses clinking
And smatterrings of greenery

It doesn’t matter where you were born
Or where you are headed today
Just walk your feet in a vector
Through our metal detector
A tannenbaum will send you on your way

Everyone will be dancing, to celebrate the trees

It’s a fascination with conifloration
And a natural antifreeze
A medication for your irritation
As we check you through security

It doesn’t matter where you were born
Or where you are headed today
There’s a pine scent in the air
As we x-ray your hair
And a tannenbaum to see you on your way

All over the runway
Next to the coffee pot
Can’t forget the people mover
And the parking lot
Everyone will be dancing, to celebrate the trees

Everyone will be dancing, to celebrate the trees

2 comments:

Amishav said...

Awesome- I love parodies! And I love internal rhyme. "Fascination with conifloration," is particularly awful and wonderful. Bravo!

Prisstopolis said...

Thanks Amishav! I'm sure that there will be more. Maybe some day even non-parody poetry.