Posted May 25, 2012
I always thought Rock-a-bye baby was somewhat disturbing/strange:
Hush-a-by baby
On the tree top,
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks,
The cradle will fall,
And down will fall baby
Cradle and all.
Yeah.... Go to sleep, baby, while the wind comes along and knocks you out of the tree.
I mean, who puts their kid at the top of a tree? Mother Goose wasn't much of one apparently... time to call Babysitter Canary...
" O don't you remember
A long time ago
Two poor little babes,
Their names I don't know,
They strayed far away,
On a bright summer's day.
These two little babes
Got lost on their way.
Poor babes in the wood!
Poor babes in the wood!
Oh! Don't you remember
Those babes in the wood?
Among the trees high,
Beneath the blue sky,
They plucked the bright flowers
And watched the birds fly;
Then on blackberries fed,
And strawberries red,
And when they were weary
'We'll go home,' they said.
And when it was night,
So sad was their plight,
The sun it went down,
And the moon gave no light!
They sobbed and they sighed
And they bitterly cried
And long before morning,
They lay down and died.
And when they were dead,
The robins so red,
Brought strawberry leaves
And over them spread
And all the day long,
On the branches did throng,
They mournfully whistled,
And this was their song"
But for my entery:
Who killed John Robin?
I, said the Sparrow,
with my bow and arrow,
I killed John Robin.
Who saw him die?
I, said the Fly,
with my little eye,
I saw him die.
Who caught his blood?
I, said the Fish,
with my little dish,
I caught his blood.
Who'll make the shroud?
I, said the Beetle,
with my thread and needle,
I'll make the shroud.
Post edited May 25, 2012 by DCT
