Earworms and Scurry Mice and Bunnies Go Hop (Hop Hop)

A facebook / high school friend complained that “Little Rabbit Foo Foo” has been plaguing him as an earworm during his daily run. Or whatever his running frequency is. Er, by “running frequency” I mean how often he runs, not the radio frequency his iPhone (or whatever he has) is set to. What’s the frequency, Kenneth? Indeed. What *is* the frequency?

Well, been there, done that. When you have an earworm, the frequency doesn’t really much matter because you tend to get so stuck on whatever the earworm is that you don’t necessarily listen to the radio or whatever. I have indeed had to endure the song “Little Rabbit Foo Foo” as an earworm more than a few times. Thank you Wee Sing Silly Songs. Actually, at the moment I cannot even remember the tune to “Little Rabbit Foo Foo”. Probably because I am confusing it with a nonsense song I made up to sing to my Mouse when she was a baby and I was either trying to get her to eat something she wasn’t particularly interested in or take a nap (what? a nap?!?) and another even stupider song. The only lyrics I know to the even stupider song are “Bunnies go hop hop hop. They don’t like foxes!” And that’s it!!! At least that’s all I know of that, uh, song, or whatever you want to call it. Imagine getting that earworm stuck in your head for two or three days… We have a LOT of rabbits around here (and a bare bear) and I see them (the rabbits, not the bare bear) when I’m walking, so maybe that’s why I frequently get stuck with animalia chordata mammalia lagomorpha leporidae (I quit at “family” on this one, I have no idea about the genus and species of the rabbits in my neighborhood) earworms.

Earworms used to take on a third dimension for me, back when I was a more active flautist flutist flute player. In those days, if I was stuck with a flute repertoire-related earworm, I would “finger” the notes required to play the piece as the earworm played in my brain. I never figured out whether this was an effective aid to my practice regimen or not. It’s been a while since I’ve cracked my flute case open but sometimes I still get flute music that I know inside and out into my head and my fingers know what to do…

Oh, and, Scurry Mice? Well… We have caught two… And there was a third scurrying around the Landfill Chitchen this morning… I did not see the third Scurry Mouse. I was at work and no, we do not have a webcam in the Landfill Chitchen. Yet. But I got this text message: “A little mouse broke into your house this morning, borrowed your computer to print something, and made herself breakfast.” Inspired, maybe, by my egg cooking post last night? But also, a package came for her here yesterday. I almost asked if she had washed the egg pan et al. She didn’t. That was okay with me. I like to walk in and have a *few* dishes to do (and she knows that) and so, after breaking my neck to get home through yet another rainstorm and jaffic tram, I settled down by washing a few dishes. <smile />

5 Responses to “Earworms and Scurry Mice and Bunnies Go Hop (Hop Hop)”

  1. Paulette Says:

    On a sultry summer night when the lake is calm and the ELEPHANT mosquitoes are gone, will you play the flute for us on the moominbeach? PPPPLLLLLEEEAAASSsssEEE.

  2. Margaret Says:

    The last was your human Mouse, I presume? 😉 Rainy there. It can’t decide what to do here–sun, clouds, sprinkles, wind…

  3. Paulette Says:

    Margaret…We both posted at the same time! 😉

  4. kayak woman Says:

    Paulette, I will try to remember to pack my flute next weekend. And I love both of you, Northern & Western correspondents.

  5. Pooh Says:

    “This is the song that annoys everyone, annoys everyone, annoys everyone.
    This is the song that annoy everyone, and this is how it goes.
    Second verse, same as the first….”

    –from Cub Scout camp (That is where I was inflicted with this earworm, but I’m sure it is not specific to scub couts. LOL)