Ucka, pucka, pucka poo

My family always used to do a jigsaw puzzle at for the new year—the hardest one we could find. One year it was this huge cartoon of a city (maybe New York, though I can’t really remember) with all these tiny details and little phrases written all over the place—little people sticking their heads out everywhere. It was very complicated and cool. Anyway, one little phrase that was written on one of the buildings was:

I love to draw
Yes I do
Ucka pucka pucka poo

My sister and i used to insert that whenever possible into conversation or pretty much anywhere else we could think of. I still do it. Nobody ever understands what the hell I am talking about.
Now you do.