Forget About Em

This morning as I was cleaning up breakfast, I overheard Alex dancing around the living room and singing this at the top of his lungs,

Forget about em
Forget about em
You gotta forget about those goodies
Forget about em
Forget about em
They will make your tummy hurt
Forget about em
Forget about em
Forget about em
etc
etc

I said, Alex, I like your song.

He replied, "Thanks. I am trying to forget about my goodies upstairs . . . at least until tomorrow."