Lucy joined our church's children's choir a few weeks ago. Leading to the improv performance going on as I type. She's seated in front of our music stand with a collection of library books on sea life and lyric sheets for the upcoming Christmas concert. Her mashup:
"Prince of, prince of Peace,
Glory (clap!) I love sha-arks."
Not sure if great whites were in Isaiah's mind when he wrote his prophecies, but hey, artistic license, right?