Woke up this morning at 6 to steady, pouring rain. It was such a soothing, comfortable sound. Burrowed under the covers for another half hour, then read for a bit before padding out of bed and letting the dog out. Of course, he didn't want to go out in the rain. (The little turkey has NO IDEA what he is in for.) So he danced around the house with his legs crossed while we tried three different times to let him out. Good grief!
It's raining, it's pouring,OK, how sick is that really? I mean, I've long understood that most fairy tales were generally pretty grisly, early "scared straight" style propaganda. But I don't know that I've ever really thought much about the simpler nursery rhymes. Pair that little ditty with "Now I lay me down to sleep", and it's no wonder your kid doesn't want to go to bed.
The old man is snoring,
Bumped his head, and he fell out of bed.
And he couldn't get up in the morning.
We had a Peter, Paul and Mary album when I was little that was all children's songs. I have a copy on CD these days, and gave one to a friend with small children so she'd have something other than the Music Together tape to listen to in the car. Well, they have a song on this album about this very same unfortunate and concussed old man, and it's filled with references to other mildly terrifying nursery rhymes, while all the while Mary counts off a game of hide and seek like the ship's computer in Alien, but in an eerie, child-like voice.
Has anyone else ever heard this song? Talk about freaky. I mean, I know it by heart but never really listened to it all that closely before. They sing about a ladybug whose house is on fire, and her children are about to be burned alive. They're not currently burning, no. They are going to burn. It's the anticipation and her inability to save them that gives it an extra kick.
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