What do xylophones have to do with Catholic school ;)? 8 years of Jesuit education has made me painfully aware of names beginning with “X”. Maybe they named a city after St. Francis Xavier so you could use it in the “We come from” part. “X” places in the Encylopedia Americana: Xanthus Xeres de la Frontera Xian Xenia, Ohio Hope that helps…

i heard it like this: I’m craving great big gobs of greasy grimy gopher guts, mutalated monkey meat, dirty little birdy feet, french fried eyeballs sitting in a pool of blood, and i forgot my spoon………but i got a straw!!

Terri (from 8/17/00) Here are all the verses I have for the song “I Wish I Were…”. Oh I wish I were a little bar of soap, Oh I wish I were a little bar of soap, For I’d slippy and I’d slidy Over everybody’s hidey Oh I wish I were a little bar of soap. Oh I wish I were a little mosquito, Oh I wish I were a little mosquito, For I’d nippy and I bity Under everybody’s nightie Oh I wish I were a little mosquito. Oh I wish I were a little bottle of coke, Oh I wish I were a little bottle of coke, For I’d go down with a slurp And I’d come up with a burp Oh I wish I were a little bottle of coke. Oh I wish I were a little English sparrow, Oh I wish I were a little English sparrow, For I’d sitty on the steeple And I’d spitty on the people Oh I wish I were a little English sparrow. Oh, I wish I were a little hunk of mud. Oh, I wish I were a little hunk of mud. I would ooey and I

I heard it a little differently: There was a jolly dutch boy, his name was Johnny Rabeck. He used to deal in Sausage meat and saurkraut inspect. He made the finest sausages that ever you did see. Until on day he invented the sausage making machine. Oh, Mr. Mr. Johnny Rabeck how could you be so mean. We told you you’d be sorry for inventing that machine. Now all the neighbours cats and dogs will never more be seen. They’ll all be ground to sausage meat in Johnny Rabeck’s machine. There was a jolly dutchboy, came walking in the store. He bought a pound of sausage meat and laid it on the floor. The boy began to whistle, he whistled up a tune. And all the little sausages were dancing round the room. Oh, Mr. Mr. Johnny Rabeck how could you be so mean. We told you you’d be sorry for inventing that machine. Now all the neighbours cats and dogs will never more be seen. They’ll all be ground to sausage meat in Johnny Rabeck’s machine. On day the thing got broken. The darn thing wouldn’t go. So Johnny Rabeck, he climbed inside to see what made it so. His wife, she had a nightmare, while walking in her sleep. She gave the thing a heck of a yank, and Johnny Rabeck was meat. Oh, Mr. Mr. Johnny Rabeck how could you be so mean. We told you you’d be sorry for inventing that machine. Now all the neighbours cats and dogs will never more be seen. They’ll all be ground to sausage meat in Johnny Rabeck’s machine.