So I taught the boys a favorite childhood song of mine. It goes like this:
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out,
The worms play pinochle on your snout.
They eat your eyes, they eat your nose,
They eat the jelly between your toes.
Your stomach turns a ghastly green,
The pus comes out like thick whipped cream.
You slap it on a piece of bread,
And that's what you eat when you're dead!
I could only remember the first half, but couldn't remember the second half. So I called my mother. Because she was the one who taught it to me in the first place. And she totally came through.
Some of the boys really liked it. One boy was horrified by it. He really doesn't like for us to sing it.
I'm pretty sure the parents will make sure there are plenty of volunteers without me next year.