My morning walk

Most mornings as I am walking to work I try to think through what I have to do that day, what was left undone the previous day, and other science related things. Today, instead, I made up this song:

No you can’t make a soup for your belly from your head,
No you can’t make a soup for your belly from your head,
No you can’t make head soup, for you’d surely wind up dead,
No you can’t make a soup from your head.

No you can’t make a soup for your mommy from your head,
No you can’t make a soup for your mommy from your head,
Tell your mom you want soup, she’ll see that you’re well fed,
No you can’t make a soup from your head.

No you can’t make a soup for your wedding from your head,
No you can’t make a soup for your wedding from your head,
If you served self-head soup, then you probably would not wed,
No you can’t make a soup from your head.

No you can’t make a soup for your belly from your head,
No you can’t make a soup for your belly from your head,
No you can’t make head soup, for you’d surely wind up dead,
No you can’t make a soup from your head.

It may be a sign of stress, or just plain silliness.