This is being sung in my household by a parade of boys carrying Baby Z. around and singing to him. I offer it to you, well, because I find it awfully amusing. Perhaps you can guess what’s on the homeschool agenda here at the farm lately. It is mostly the work of the boys, with occasional suggestions from Mom and Dad.
(To the tune of “For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow”)
You have bilateral symmetry/You have bilateral symmetry/You have bilateral symmetry/Two arms, two eyes, one spine.
You don’t have radial symmetry/You don’t have radial symmetry/You don’t have radial symmetry/You are not a cephalopod.
You have bilateral symmetry/You have bilateral symmetry/You have bilateral symmetry/Food goes in the central hole.
You have a fearful symmetry/You have a fearful symmetry/You have a fearful symmetry/And a Blakean howl.
Baby, baby burning bright/Baby, baby, burning bright/Baby, baby burning bright/Tygers and lambs are bilateral too.