Last night I woke up about 4 a.m. and had a hard time getting back to sleep. I laid in bed for a long time and eventually my brain started wandering in that strange way that brains do right before you fall asleep. An image came to me, very clearly: My kitchen, with a plain wooden chair in the middle of the floor. Samuel L. Jackson was standing next to the chair, and he pointed at the seat and shouted “Snakes on a chair!”
This startled me, even in my halfasleepness, but I decided to just let my brain go with it, and I came up with two entire verses, complete with accompanying mental imagery.
Snakes on a chair
Snakes in a suitcase
Snakes in the drawer
Snakes on the floorÂSnakes in my shoes
Snakes in my brain
Snakes down the drain
Snakes on a plane!
Har!
