Chicago Tribune | Beans Recalled; Bird’s Head Found in Can
Yack! No pinto beans for me for a good long while!
And now, I’ve got a song stuck in my head:
My mother told me to put birds in my beans,
birds in my beans, birds in my beans.
Birds in my beans.
And now I can whistle from either end.
Either end, either end.
And now I can whistle from either end
Birds in my beans.
Of course, this makes perfect sense to me since I have a cat named Pinto who we call Beaners at times and who, like all of our cats, has a certain fondness for dead birds. I can ask him what he knows but he isn’t the swiftest of cats either so I doubt he actually canned the head in a can of pinto beans as his calling card. A bit beyond him.