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The Jester Queen welcomes you back to her kingdom. She's excited that her tendency to refer to herself in the third person hasn't scared you away.
The Trifecta prompt this week reminded me of some pictures I took at a museum last month. Because the only station my kids watch is PBS, we see a shit-ton of Dinosaur Train. We see other things, too, but this is the only one I can even remotely tolerate without wanting to throw the brand new TV out to the curb. Anyway. It has this obnoxiously catchy theme song. Here. I’ll link so you can sing along below.
OK, everybody. Ready? Set? Go!!
Once upon a time, there was a
Her name was
Sittin’ on her nest, she heard a scratchin’ and said, “Oh Boy my
are hatching.
One by one, her kids popped free. Baby
One, Two, Three. {blah blah….}
Last Little Baby was a different size
And so he ate the whole family.
What? That wasn’t in the original? Whatever. This is the closest you’ll see me come to copyright infringement here at the Jester Queen, and I TOTALLY plead parody.
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Jessie Powell is the Jester Queen. She likes to tell you about her dog, her kids, her fiction, and her blog, but not necessarily in that order.
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Oh, Jessie. I can totally hear your voice when I’m reading all of your posts from afar. BUT, today I must have you know that Robbie also makes up his own version of Dinosaur TRAIN,(dinosaur train). It is not at all appropriate for any audience. The best part is when Mrs. Pteranadon turns into a Nazi.
Dear rest of the world who might read this comment, I’ve known Jessie before & she’s met my husband & realized that he’s just wrong. But you’ve also read all of Jessie’s Fuckity-fuck-fuck posts, so really, quit your judging.
I would LOVE to know Robbie’s version, because I’m sure it’s perfect for this audience. And oh dear GOD I am waiting for Buddy to grow up and be a big huge giant T-Rex so he can GOBBLE THE LOT of them.
Thanks for the earworm… that was too funny. I’ll back you on the parody defense.
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And do those skeletons look even vaguely cuddly? There’s also a part at the end where Dr. Scott the paleowhatever talks dinos. ARGH!
Unfortunately the rock ‘n roll lilt made me think of some very rude lines. Yes I’m like that. 🙂
I baby sat my niece daily for two years during the height of the Barney and Teletubbies stuff that made me gag. I don’t know how I survived. I much prefer Mister Rogers (still looove him!) and classic Sesame Street from when my sister was little and still going strong when my daughter was born in the eighties. But I have to say, I’m going through so much at the moment that I might just seek out this dinosaur show. Like when Serpico got shot and said PBS kids shows soothed him, I’m getting to that point.
I love you for being like that. I think rude lines to this all the time.
A perfect parody, in my opinion. Love the pictures.
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Indeed, this is one of the many things you have spared yourself. See? You can enjoy your godkids and such from afar and LEAVE WHEN THEY TURN ON BAD KIDS SHOWS (but stick around for any good ones).
What a great photo!
Yay! Welcome to the blog! I love love love that picture of us!