….because we’re that far around it. This is based on me telling her that John and I made up new words to the Harry Belafonte classic this weekend:
DO-nut
DO-oh-oh-oh-nut.
–daylight come and me want fried bread–
DO-misa-doughmisadough-misado-o-oh-nut
–daylight come and me want fried bread–
Hey mister dunkin-man, fry me up a do-nut.
–daylight come and me want fried bread–
–with glaze!–