Vocal warm-ups.

Or, "potential anthems for public radio news hosts".

It's weird the things that pop into your head when you're walking back and forth all day in a radio station, intensely focused on the news, but not immune to the musical sounds around you.

Thus, to the tune of "Little Bunny Fu Fu":

Speeding through the headlines,
Ninety miles an hour.
Scooping up the candidates,
And bopping them on the head.

And the ombudsman came down and said:

Little Anchor Fu Fu
I don't want to see you
Scooping up the candidates
and bopping them on the head.

And so on, until the primaries are over and you get turned into a goon.

Or my yet incomplete tribute to Pulitzer Prize-winning World War II newspaper correspondent Ernie Pyle:

I did often drive
Down this street before,
But the pavement always stayed beneath my wheels before.
All at once am I
Just three stories high,
Knowing I'm on the street where you lived.

Yeah, OK -- I won't give up my day job.