Lyrical composition

Kevin left for Missoula this morning with his boss, they won't return until late tomorrow night. Since I'm on call and all that, the kids and I skipped church and had our own "service". This was basically the kids playing outside with our neighbor kids that were astonished to see us home on a Sunday. We are slipping for sure. Tavin and Valerie composed these lyrics to go with a song on her keyboard, I wish I knew the name of the little diddy but I don't.

I apologize for the "non-Sunday" lyrics, but here it is:

"1,2,3 kick my knee, go behind a tree and pee.
4,5,6 pick up sticks, go upstairs and play.
Go outside and ride a bike, go get married and take a hike.
1,2,3 kick my knee, hope you do that stuff."

My pride was great as I heard them belting this from my front porch. Obviously, greater things await them. I chose to blog this particular event rather than the truly disgusting thing that happened when a poopy diaper somehow got smeared all over the carpet and clothes basket while Tavin was pushing Lucy around in it.....