Black Socks and Rum-Tum

Black socks and Rummy really have nothing to do with each other, but I wanted to post another picture of my kitten, Rum. So I did. Obviously.

Anywho. Amanda decided that it was time I wrote something for this, so here I am. Drum roll, please.

I was surfin' the net just now, and, for some reason, a little song that Amanda and I wrote last summer popped into my head. It's a spin off of that camp-fire classic, 'Black Socks,' and is sung to that tune. It goes like this:

'Black fleece, it never gets cleaner,
the more that you wash it, the more dirt comes out.
Sometimes, I think it might turn white,
but something inside me, keeps saying,
'it won't, it won't, it won't!''

The moral of this song: Always be wary of free fleece. Especially black fleece.


Lots o' Luhv,
~Katie