{"id":267,"date":"2007-01-24T13:49:06","date_gmt":"2007-01-24T13:49:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2007\/01\/24\/quite-a-pickle\/"},"modified":"2007-01-24T13:49:06","modified_gmt":"2007-01-24T13:49:06","slug":"quite-a-pickle","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2007\/01\/24\/quite-a-pickle\/","title":{"rendered":"Quite a Pickle"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>We do a lot of singing, not just <a title=\"Thank You, Raffi\" href=\"\/?p=84&#038;phpMyAdmin=y7-wyFW16QINBVwSxwbVWn-cg16\">kid songs<\/a>, but also&nbsp;<a title=\"Lightning Butterfly\" href=\"\/?p=208&#038;phpMyAdmin=y7-wyFW16QINBVwSxwbVWn-cg16\">invented songs<\/a> and plenty of <a title=Stop href=\"\/?p=129&#038;phpMyAdmin=y7-wyFW16QINBVwSxwbVWn-cg16\">classics<\/a>. A little while ago, I found myself humming a strange little ditty by Arlo Guthrie while I cleaned the dishes after dinner.<\/p>\n<p dir=ltr style=\"MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px\" align=center><em>&#8220;I don&#8217;t want a pickle<br \/>Just want to ride on my motorsickle<br \/>And I don&#8217;t want a tickle<br \/>&#8216;Cause I&#8217;d rather ride on my motorsickle&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Yes, it&#8217;s a strange song. I don&#8217;t know why I was humming it. I certainly hadn&#8217;t heard it in a long time. For some reason, it just bubbled up. Before I got to the end of the first stanza, of course, I noticed my four year old watching me. So I modified the end of the first stanza slightly and really belted it out.<\/p>\n<p align=center><em>&#8220;&#8230;and I don&#8217;t want to cry<br \/>Just want to ride on my motorcy&#8230;cle.&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>He laughed.&#8221;Motor-sickle?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I explained the whole rhyming thing. He&#8217;s been working on rhyming lately, so I showed him how the tune changed &#8220;Motorcycle&#8221; so it would rhyme with pickle.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Oh!&#8221; He said, as if I&#8217;d just revealed one of the great mysteries of the universe. &#8220;Okay! Let me try!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p align=center><em>&#8220;I don&#8217;t want a pickle<br \/>I just want to ride on my&#8230; motorboat!&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>What? That didn&#8217;t rhyme!<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Okay, okay.&#8221; He said.<\/p>\n<p align=center><em>&#8220;I don&#8217;t want a pickle<br \/>I just want to ride on my&#8230; motorhat!&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Now you&#8217;re just being silly.<\/p>\n<p align=center><em>&#8220;I don&#8217;t want a pickle<br \/>I just want to ride on my&#8230; motormouth!&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Yep, I got it. You&#8217;re teasing me. I get it now.<\/p>\n<p align=center><em>&#8220;I don&#8217;t want a pickle<br \/>I just want to ride on my&#8230; motorbanana!&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Help, help. I&#8217;m trapped in the pickle song.<\/p>\n<p align=center><em>&#8220;I don&#8217;t want a banana<br \/>I just want to ride on my&#8230; motormouth!&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Okay, that&#8217;s enough. I&#8217;ve got dishes to do.<\/p>\n<p>He looked at me very seriously, pointed, and said &#8220;That&#8217;s by Jordan Waterfall.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>What? Who the heck is Jordan Waterfall?<\/p>\n<p>But he&#8217;d already gone back to his playing, leaving me standing at the sink. Four year olds can be so strange.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>We do a lot of singing, not just kid songs, but also&nbsp;invented songs and plenty of classics. 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