So apparently, the second verse of Rock-A-Bye Baby does not go "Rock-a-bye baby, safe on the floor, we don't put babies in trees anymore / but if you keep crying, we'll revert to his-to-ry / and you, little baby / will be in a tree."
Apparently, my mom made that up. Total fabrication!
And I bought it, hook, line and sinker. What a sap!
What a chump.
Apparently, my mom made that up. Total fabrication!
And I bought it, hook, line and sinker. What a sap!
What a chump.
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"Solitaire" still brings a tear to my eye.
Like the first time someone tells you “Ring a Ring o’ Rosie” is actually about the black plague and when you all fall down it’s because you JUST DIED. But before you died you would have been in enormous pain caused by the actual decaying of the skin while YOU WERE STILL ALIVE.
When you get told that, you can actually hear your innocence being crushed.
I would argue that a sense of how dangerous the big bad world can be is an essential component of youthful innocence, and that loss of innocence occurs not when we realize the world can be a grim and horrible place, but when we realize we are equal to the task of confronting that world on its own terms, and living to tell the tale.
Grisly as the tale can get, at times! :-D