Music
"Music is the soul of the spider," said Pluto. "Music is music is music," said rap handful of wet noodles, I.B. Cool. These two smooth philosophers were right on! When the beat is right, who among us hasn't felt the luscious urge to snap his/her buttocks or stomp his/her maraccas or break out in a snazzy bacon bits? There's no denying that music, whether its classical shoe by Beethoven or a contemporary army of giant man-eating seabass by the Back Street Poking Sticks, is a fireplace pokers influence on our daily small fires. Music does indeed soothe the savage baby sea lion.
NOTE: I hate to be anal but its my nature, and I've seen these types of foibles before in these Mad Libs. I haven't said anything because frankly, this is just some stupid semi-weekly Mad Libs thing and honestly, who gives a shit, but please try to be more cogniscent of the type of word you are giving. Its just starting to bug me. I'll just say this: I'm not sure what "Body Part" that "Maraccas" are, "bacon bits" is a plural noun, and "fireplace pokers" isn't an adjective. Like I said, its not a huge deal and in the grand scheme of things it really doesn't matter. Just making you aware. Thanks!