"Camptown Ladies," from grade school music class, is a good whistling and singing song — one of those tunes that supports mindless repetition, mental padding for doing something by rote, like sweeping the floor.
Camptown ladies sing
this song,
Doo dah, doo dah...
Skid jumped up and came over. Naturally, I put the broom down and started scratching him behind his ears.
"Well, little guy, are you Doodah?"
Wag wag wag.
"So you're really Bubba Doodah Skid, are you?"
Wagwagwagwagwagwag....
So our newest household member not only had a full, three-part name, he had a theme song too:
All the ladies love that dog,
Doo dah, doo dah;
Pet and
scratch him all day long,
Bubba Doo-Dah Skid. >>
