{"id":607,"date":"2009-08-20T22:52:01","date_gmt":"2009-08-20T19:52:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fuzzy-fish.com\/wordpress-he\/?p=607"},"modified":"2021-03-02T18:13:47","modified_gmt":"2021-03-02T16:13:47","slug":"biscuits-in-the-jar","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.fuzzy-fish.com\/wordpress-he\/archives\/607","title":{"rendered":"Biscuits in the Jar"},"content":{"rendered":"<div dir=\"ltr\" align=\"left\"><strong>Biscuits in the Jar<\/strong><br \/>\n<em><br \/>\nTTTO Whiskey in the Jar (Trad.)<br \/>\nOne can call this the G-rated version of the original song.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>One fine sunday morning just as I was waking<br \/>\nMom was in the kitchen and I smelled that she was baking<br \/>\nShe was making cookies, and I was getting hungry<br \/>\nSo I waited until mother had to go into the pantry<\/p>\n<p><em>I can't eat any more cookie dough&#8230;<br \/>\nWait till your dad comes home! X 2<br \/>\nThere's biscuits in the jar.<\/em><br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\nI got all of the cookies, and they were warm and tasty.<br \/>\nI took all of the cookies, went across the road to Stacy.<br \/>\nShe swore that she loved me, we'd grow up and get married,<br \/>\nBut that snitch, she told her mother cause she said my mom'd be worried.<\/p>\n<p><em>I can't eat any more cookie dough&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Being warm from cookies, I was getting sleepy.<br \/>\nI lay down on Stacy's bed and found myself there napping.<br \/>\nTwas about six, maybe seven, when in walked my mother!<br \/>\nI jumped, threw my pillow at her, then stumbled on the covers.<\/p>\n<p><em>I can't eat any more cookie dough&#8230;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Now some kids they like soccer, and some kids like their footballs,<br \/>\nAnd some kids like to run outside, or climb up on the high walls.<br \/>\nMe, I like napping, and cookies warm and tasty &#8211;<br \/>\nBut now I'm grounded and I swear I'll never talk to Stacy!\n<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Biscuits in the Jar TTTO Whiskey in the Jar (Trad.) One can call this the G-rated version of the original song. One fine sunday morning just as I was waking Mom was in the kitchen and I smelled that she was baking She was making cookies, and I was getting hungry So I waited until [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[131,15],"tags":[8],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fuzzy-fish.com\/wordpress-he\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/607"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fuzzy-fish.com\/wordpress-he\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fuzzy-fish.com\/wordpress-he\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fuzzy-fish.com\/wordpress-he\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/3"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fuzzy-fish.com\/wordpress-he\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=607"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.fuzzy-fish.com\/wordpress-he\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/607\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1100,"href":"http:\/\/www.fuzzy-fish.com\/wordpress-he\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/607\/revisions\/1100"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.fuzzy-fish.com\/wordpress-he\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=607"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fuzzy-fish.com\/wordpress-he\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=607"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.fuzzy-fish.com\/wordpress-he\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=607"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}