Composition At Its Finest

The scene was the supper table. As we got started on our beef barley stew, Noah exclaimed, "Daddy! Listen to my song!"

Then, in a tune reminiscent of Baby Beluga, he sang:

"Ja-son, my dad-dy,
Ja-son, my dad-dy,
Ja-son want to be a costume piwate..."

Apparently, we have another composer in the midst. I'm kind of wondering, though—will he take after me? Or maybe Weird Al Yankovic?