Driving around this evening, I received a song request from the backseat.
"Mom, can you sing the hockey song? You know, the magical anthem?!"
Well, sure. If ever there was a request I needed to take, it would be to sing the magical anthem. So, I sung it with the full gusto of my dropped-out-after-two-voice-lessons voice, (maybe) missing a line here or two.
Hey - if Christina Aguilera can't remember it all, how am I supposed to?
"O'er the l-a-a-a-a-a-n-n-n-n-d of the fr-r-r-r-r-r-e-e-e-e-e-e, and the ho-"
"Wait wait wait, Mom." Bjorn interjects. "You skipped a part. The part about the tigers."
I racked my brain. Tigers?! In the Star Spangled Banner? Have I been missing something all these years? Ramparts? Check. Broad stripes? Check. TIGERS?!
"What tigers, Bjorn?"
"Oh, Mom. You know!" as he begins singing.
"Staa-a-a-a-r-r-r-r- spa-n-n-ngles. Oh-h-h-h-h-h say can you se-e-e-e-e-e-e. That the tig-e-e-e-r-r-rs are stil-l-l-l-l there."
Then he went off on a tangent, taking his little sister with him.
"And the chickens are still there!"
"Tikkens!" echoes Peanut.
"The monkeys are still there!"
"Oooohhh ooohh oh. Ahhh Ahh ahhh." she cries in a perfect monkey imitation.
"The zebras are still there!"
"And the elephants are still there!" he sings.
And they both collapse into their seats, laughing and alternately singing/yelling "Monkey! Tigers! Chickens!"
Best magical anthem ever.