Knox Jukebox

Back in the fall Momma and I drove Daddy to class a couple days a week. Momma claims I yelled a lot during these evening when it was just the two of us. I think she made that part up. One of those evenings Momma wrote me my very own 'Knox song' to the tune of her favorite childhood diddy. Momma would sing it over and over in the car to make me happy when (she claims) I was in the back throwing a fit.

The Knox Song

(to the tune of "This Old Man")

I love my Knox

I love my Knox

I would not put him in a box

And ship him off via UPS
Because he is the very best.

I love my Knox
I love my Knox
I would not let him touch a fox
Because it might bite off his hand
And he is the best little man.

I love my Knox
I love my Knox
I dress him always in warm, woolly socks
We don't want him to freeze off a toe
Cuz he is the best little baby I know.

I love my Knox
I love my Knox
I hope he doesn't get the chickenpox               (now needs to be: too bad he got the chicken pox)
That would make him really spotty
And he's got such a great baby body.

I love my Knox
I love my Knox
I would not shave off his long, golden locks
Cuz that would make him super ba-a-a-ld
And the handsomest baby is what he's called.

I love my Knox
I love my Knox
I would not let him play with crocs
They can cause severe bodily harm
And I don't want this guy to to lose an arm.

I love my Knox
I love my Knox
I would not let him chew on rocks
They could maybe make him choke
And he is a pretty good bloke.

I love my Knox
I love my Knox
I would not push him off the docks
He does not know how to swi-i-i-m
And since he's the very best baby, I won't push him in.