The kids love the poem we learned this week, which is from the droll book Goops and How to Be Them: A Manual of Manners for Polite Infants Inculcating Many Juvenile Virtues, etc. Jack knows the poem too, but was being a Goop himself and refusing to perform for the camera. I’m appending the text in case you can’t understand Hannah.
The Goops they lick their fingers,
And the Goops they lick their knives;
They spill their broth on the tablecloth –
Oh, they lead disgusting lives!
The Goops they talk while eating,
And loud and fast they chew;
And that is why I’m glad that I
Am not a Goop – are you?