The Singing Bee

Last night Harley was singing. This is what I heard:

Frere Jaques,
Frere Jaques,
I think I pooped,
I think I pooped,
da da da da
da da
da da da da
da da

After I stopped crying from laughing so hard and nearly peeing my pants, I had her repeat it (of course). Tony's big concern was "I hope she doesn't sing that at school".