This little instrumental gem, which fires again and again from the cute birdie mobile hung over the bed of one particularly restless little baby in the Preemie Express. Which is bad enough, but especially aggravating for the whithering lyrics:
Hush, little baby, don’t say a word.
Papa’s gonna buy you a mockingbirdAnd if that mockingbird won’t sing,
Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ringAnd if that diamond ring turns brass,
Papa’s gonna buy you a looking glassAnd if that looking glass gets broke,
Papa’s gonna buy you a billy goatAnd if that billy goat won’t pull,
Papa’s gonna buy you a cart and bullAnd if that cart and bull fall down,
You’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town
The only known antidote is found here.
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I dunno … the irony in Janis Joplin’s Mercedes Benz is also a pretty good anitdote. Well … it was for me.
I can’t count how many times I got to the diamond ring part, and couldn’t remember what the heck came next, so I just started making up random rhyming stuff. It really doesn’t work for long.
I never like this song either, it’s so weird! Plus how do diamonds turn to brass? Did the author mean glass? When toys break we find a new “creative” use for them unless it’s dangerous.
In any case this doesn’t bode well for Hillary’s campaign slogan kickoff of “It’s the American Dream, stupid” as a play on Bill’s “It’s the economy, stupid.” Unfortunate. Well, I didn’t like being called stupid anyway. Love to you all! Miriam
OK, must confess — I sing this to my daughter every night! Perhaps I need to develop some new lyrics that aren’t s focused on consumption.