I had this for tea.
Alu Muttar. Very tasty.
Of course, all the time I was eating it, my brain was singing the Alu Muttar song.
Alu muttar, gentille alouette, alu muttar, je te plumerai. Je te plumerai la tete...
Haha! Got you! You thought I was going to be singing this other Alu Muttar song, didn't you?
We used to sing it in England when I was growing up, where it made no sense whatsoever.
Alu muttar...hello faddah,
Here I am at...Camp Granada!
I went hiking...with Joe Spivey
He developed...Poison Ivy!
You remember...Lynyrd Skynyrd... (wait, that can't be right)
He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner!
We don't have poison ivy or ptomaine poisoning in England. Like charlie horses and shin splints, ptomaine simply doesn't exist. What is it, anyway?