Changed out the salts on King Kluck today. The neighborhood kids all came to see. Watching from a distance, Alex felt moved to comment, "You're attracting flies, Mom."
One girl said wistfully, "Wish we could do projects like that."
The smell fills the garage and on occasion permeates the walls. I invited my mother-in-law to see their project and she said, "I've smelled it."
The kids wanted to know why he smelled so bad. Rob said because he's tearing up all his songs. After all, he's de-composing!
Anyway, there's just no better way to express my feelings about all of this than in a song. (Sung to--you guessed it--"King Tut.")
You know, one of the fowl-est homeschool projects ever to grace the Fabian garage is the Mummification of King Kluck!
When Bauer wrote her hist'ry,
She never thought she'd see,
A Momma's eyes a-burning,
While making a mummy.
How'd you get so funky?
You're really smelling skunky.
(One he was free-range; now, he just smells strange, King Kluck)
Now if I'd known,
The stench would fill my home,
I'd've bought de-odorizer,
To kill that foul arome.
Bathed in cheap merlot,
Covered in oregano.
(Smells like a diaper; makes the dogs go hyper, King Kluck)
Change his salt out in the yard,
(We're all gagging)
The local kids think he's a star.
Stinkin' for a mile,
We just grit our teeth and smile.
The garage will never be the same...
(Kluck, Kluck, Kluck, Kluck...)
Soggy salt stuff!
He's an Ovarian!
Now when I die,
Now don't think I'm a nut.
Don't want no fancy funeral,
Just don't treat me like King Kluck!
He might make it to a mummy,
If he'd only smell less scummy.
(Kids won't smell him on a dare, but the cat don't seem to care, he's fetid and he's fowl)
But we've learned a lot--and how!
(From King Kluck)