rewriting the lullabies
My youngest daughter just turned 4, but she still sometimes likes to have baby songs sung to her at bedtime. Last night i found myself rewriting lyrics on the fly from the papa’s perspective:
Hush, little baby, don’t say a word,
Papa’s going to buy you a mockingbird.And if that mockingbird don’t sing,
Papa’s going to buy you a diamond ring.And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Papa’s going to kick the jeweler’s ass.