At dinner tonight, Anya serenaded us with some classics:

Old Mac Donald had some pants, oy, oy, oy.

Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but pants.

A-B-C-D-E-F-Pants
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-Pants
R-S-T-U-V-Pants
W-X-Y-Pants
Now I know my ABC’s, won’t you come have pants with me?

Hush little baby, don’t say a word
Mama’s gonna buy you a turkey bird,
And if that turkey bird doesn’t gobble,
Mama’s gonna buy you some pants that wiggle.

Rock-a-bye baby in the tree top,
When the wind blows the cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, pants and all.