Preposition song

If you find prepositions tricky, then there is someone out there on the internet ready with a prepositions song to save you from mental distress. In fact, there are a few of them.

Some videos are glossy with healthy production values and freshly written material. Other musicians decide to write new lyrics to a familiar tune like Yankee Doodle Dandy or The Grand Old Duke of York, and publish the lyrics instead of recording themselves for YouTube posterity. Some simply recite all the prepositions they can think of while the background music plays; I’m not sure how that will help anyone understand prepositions any better.

There is a hip-hop version of the preposition song, although I’m not convinced of their street credentials, but the most popular version seems to be by The Bazillions. It has a touch of Flight of the Conchords, and some animation, which is crucial in a meaningful attempt to get the prepositions pushed to center stage.

If you think you might have what it takes to add to the online stocks of preposition songs, then warm up your video camera and get practicing. What are you waiting for? Get on it (prepositional pun intended). Here are some lyrics that might give you some ideas.

Oh, the grand old Duke of York

He loved his prepositions

So he marched his troops to the top of the hill

And then explained their mission

 

‘You know that up means up

And the opposite is down

Well, those words are prepositions

And they go before the noun

 

‘Some of them manage time

And others describe space

And others are a bit abstract

Which makes them hard to place

 

‘You’re going to tour around

And spread the word about

Till everybody’s sure that

They can point prepositions out’

 

So, the Duke of York’s brigade

Marched off into the world

With the flag of prepositions

Which they’d carefully unfurled

 

They helped folk to discover

All about phrasal verbs

And how the up in shut up

Is not a preposition word

How the preposition object

Is always objective case

And how object and preposition

Form a prepositional phrase

 

They pulled the prepositions

Out of every text they saw

They made sure everybody knew

Just what complements were for

 

They demonstrated in

They illustrated through

They performed every preposition

That they were able to

 

And when they were done, they were done

And when they were out, that was it

After a prepositions tour like that

They had really done their bit

 

As Churchill never said,

Though some people think he did,

To show how a phrasal verb works

Up with that I will not put

 

‘And one last final word

It’s been confirmed, my friends

That dangling prepositions

Are okay left at the end.’

Preposition song version 2

Oh, the grand old Duke of York

He loved his prepositions

So he marched his troops to the top of the hill

And then explained their mission

 

‘You know that up means up

And the opposite is down

Well, those words are prepositions

And they go before the noun

 

‘Some of them manage time

And others describe space

And others are a bit abstract

Which makes them hard to place

 

‘You’re going to tour around

And spread the word about

Till everybody’s sure that

They can point prepositions out’

 

So, the Duke of York’s brigade

Marched off into the world

With the flag of prepositions

Which they’d carefully unfurled

 

They sailed aboard some boats

About which fish would dart

Above the Mariana Trench

According to their charts

 

Across the seas they sailed

And after years of feeling special

Against a stony shore they crashed

Two weeks ahead of schedule

 

Rocks ripped along the ship

Left huge holes alongside

Amid all the confusion

Amidst the chaos, someone died

 

Someone among the crew

Amongst them she’d not been noticed

Around her neck she wore a chain

As a sentimental focus

As far as they could tell

As of midnight just gone

As per the last log entry

And as regards what had gone wrong

 

As well as being a soldier

And aside from military duty

She’d died astride the ship’s port side

At around eleven thirty

 

Death lay in wait athwart her path

Atop the wooden mast

Barring her road to excellence

Because of dodgy maths

 

Before the ship had struck the rocks

She’d sat behind her mates

Below the sails, she watched the waves

Beneath the Pearly Gates

 

Beside her sat her abacus

The beads between her fingers

Then she was snatched beyond the veil

Where no one but her lingers

 

By the time the boat had struck the reef

By means of cute deduction

Used circa 12 BC by Greeks

She was close to a revelation

 

Concerning the fastest route to plot

Despite the many factors

Down the Jet Stream, round the Poles

But due to the disaster

 

That struck during her sums

Good, except for one mistake

Excluding the curvature of the Earth

Following her coffee break

 

For reasons difficult to tell

It had slipped from her mind

Given the workload that she had

In her job poorly defined

And another preposition song

In accordance with her wishes

In addition to the flowers

In case of a truly grave mistake

In front of all the mourners

 

In lieu of oak or ash or pine

In place of coffin closed

In point of fact, she wanted glass

In spite of what it showed

 

Including all the guts and stuff

That should have been inside her

Instead of dashed upon the rocks

As though fed into a grinder

 

Like many others, she was scared

Of being buried minus death

Seeming near death, but quite alive

Next to everybody else

 

Notwithstanding all these careful plans

She had drifted off our planet

On a rainbow to the Promised Land

On account of all her efforts

 

On behalf of God, St Peter said

On top of your rewards

You can sneak back onto your ship

While it’s opposite some fjords

She had to think outside the box

In the sky over the mast

Owing to her sense of duty

And the easier chances past

 

Per her positive frame of mind

Plus her wish to make corrections

She travelled in time prior to the crash

To make changes regarding direction

 

Round the rocks the boat was steered

Save one or two small stones

The greatest save since Gordon Banks

Better than Game of Thrones

 

Through high seas and low moods

Throughout the trip she stayed

Until the ship went home to port

Until her trip away

 

Up the pole the flag was sent

With our hero back in Heaven

Within six months she felt so calm

Without crew doing her head in