When I went to La Serena a few weeks ago, I under-packed for probably the first time in my life. My reasoning was, hey! Serena is in the North, it’s on the beach, it will be WARM. Umm, not so much. During the day it was nice, but at night it got cold. So after one night spent shivering, I decided enough was enough. I bought a llama sweater.
Fast forward to a couple of weeks later, I got together with Katie and wore my llama sweater. I didn’t realize at the time, but apparently she was pretty jealous of my new purchase. She even tweeted about it.
Then yesterday I was putting away some laundry and saw my llama sweater. I remembered Katie’s tweet. I started thinking about Katie, what she was up to, if she was still cold and coveting my llama sweater, and I started to sing. Yes, sing. Because if you say any particular word or phrase I probably have a song for it. The song wasn’t about a llama sweater, though. It was about Katie. And it went something like this.
K-K-K Katie beautiful Katie
You’re the only one I adore
When the m-m-moon shines
O’er the c-c-cow Shed
I’ll be waiting
By the k-k-kitchen door
Or at least that’s how I remembered the lyrics. My dad used to sing songs to us kids when we were little, and this was one of them. He used to change the lyrics to A-A-A-Abby or Ch-Ch-Ch- Chelsea. I actually thought he might have made up the lyrics, just like I thought he made up the lyrics to a song that goes like this.
Jeremiah was a bullfrog
He was a good friend of mine
I never understood a single word he said
But I helped him drink his wine
And boy it was a mighty fine wine
Singing Joy to the World
All the boys and girls
Joy to the fishies in the deep blue sea
Joy to you and me.
However, some of you will probably recognize that song. It’s by Three Dog Night.
But I digress. Last night I called my mom to ask her about the K-K-K-Katie song. She could kind of remember the lyrics. My dad was traveling on business until today, but tonight he sent me this link. Apparently K-K-K-Katy is a real song written in 1918. You can listen to it and see the lyrics at the link. The funny thing is that my Dad doesn’t really remember singing this song, or where he would have learned it. But apparently, it was buried somewhere deep in my subconscious, and all it took was Katie and my llama sweater to bring it out.