We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
I've always felt that the best kid car songs are the ones you can continue to make up verses for. That used to be fun in our family. This one is good for going around the car so everybody can invent new verses (the sillier the better, and half-rhymes accepted). I like "there ain't no lobsters on me...".