His Answer Is Not Satisfactch’ll

(The class is studying for finals in Social Studies, with groups of four to five. Two of my group members and I have old Disney songs stuck in our heads.)

Group Member #1: “Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah…”

Group Member #2: “…Zip-a-Dee-ay!”

All Of Us: “My, oh my, what a wonderful day! Plenty of sunshine, heading my way, Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah! Zip-a-Dee-ay! Mister Bluebird on my shoulder, it’s the truth, it’s actch’ll—”

Group Member #3: “WHAT?!”

Group Member #2: “What is it?”

Group Member #3: “You guys just sang “Mister Bluebird on my shoulder, it’s the truth, it’s sexual!”

Group Member #1: “ACTUAL.”

(My entire group and I laugh hysterically for a minute until we can compose ourselves.)