Nicholas is almost five years old now and getting even better at making up rhymes.  As the Hanukkah decorations appear around our neighborhood, we’ve been inspired to make up more bagel songs to the tune of “Dreidel, Dreidel”.  Walking to and from the grocery store last Saturday, we took turns singing them and trying to top each other’s silliness.  I remembered some of our creations long enough to write them down:

MAMA:
Bagel! Bagel! Bagel!
I made it out of glass.
I sent it off to college.
My bagel took a class.

NICK:
Bagel! Bagel! Bagel!
I made it out of cars.
I put it in a rocket.
My bagel went to Mars.

MAMA:
Bagel! Bagel! Bagel!
I made it in a jar.
I baked it for two hours.
It tasted just like tar.

NICK:
Bagel! Bagel! Bagel!
I made it out of knifes.
I put it in the oven.
Then I married three wifes.

MAMA:
Bagel! Bagel! Bagel!
I made you twenty-four,
But after I had baked them,
They all ran out the door.

NICK (who has been listening to his grandma’s CD with the story about Obedient George, who transported everything the wrong way):
Bagel! Bagel! Bagel!
I tied it to my scarf.
I pulled it down the sidewalk.
My bagel said, “Arf! Arf!”

MAMA (inspired by recent experience):
Bagel! Bagel! Bagel!
I made it Friday night,
But then the sun went down, and
My oven would not light.

NICK:
Bagel! Bagel! Bagel!
It really was a tire.
I put it in the oven.
My bagel felt desire.

Is there some kind of Weirdest Kid Award for which I could nominate him?