Allow me to introduce you to the song of my people:
Creatively speaking, the title is funny in name only as *I’m* not the one shovelin’, shovelin’.
My song is more along the ancient tradition of harangue and goes much like this:
Your boots go on LAST
Where are your gloves?
Snowy boots stay on the MAT.
Why are there muddy puddles on the kitchen floor?
Are you trying to drive me CRAZY?
It’s a popular song – my family can’t seem to hear it enough.