(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
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
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2 comments:
Awesome- I love parodies! And I love internal rhyme. "Fascination with conifloration," is particularly awful and wonderful. Bravo!
Thanks Amishav! I'm sure that there will be more. Maybe some day even non-parody poetry.
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