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Children's songs are scary
Dec. 8th, 2011 08:38 amThis morning was one long session of laughing intermixed with horror. Michael woke up with the "Three Little Ducks" song [No, it was the "Good Morning" song. "Three Little Ducks" came later] in his head from the "Songs for Wiggleworms" kid's album, so he began singing it. This turned into a full-fledged ear worm, so he began playing the music as he got dressed.
The duck song was about a mother duck with three ducklings, and every time she went out, she came home with one less duckling.
Michael crooned along happily while I slowly grew more and more horrified as the tale of duckling separation and abandonment unfolded.
So I asked if it was really a good idea to play this song for little kids. I mean, wouldn't they question what this meant for them, personally?
Michael laughed and said, "Well, she's not digging a hole out in the back and burying them," he told me.
"How do you know?" I asked. He just laughed and said that I was very, very weird, and he loved me.
"Look," he said, "I'll cheer you up." Then he put on another song from the same album, sung in the Mexican corrido style.
"You tenia seis perritos, de los seis que yo tenia, uno se fue brinco y brinco, nadamas me quedan cinco..."
[I had six little puppies, and one bounced and bounced away, and only five were left to me..."]
Me, flinging the covers over my head sadly: "What are you trying to do to me? This is awful!"
Michael: "What, it's in Spanish!"
Me: "It's the same song, only with six puppies!"
[We are both laughing hysterically now, he in perplexity, me in anguish...]
He turns it off, snuggles me, comforts me, and then begins singing softly in my ear, "The mother duck says, 'quack, quack, quack' and goes to dig a hole in the back..."
The duck song was about a mother duck with three ducklings, and every time she went out, she came home with one less duckling.
Michael crooned along happily while I slowly grew more and more horrified as the tale of duckling separation and abandonment unfolded.
So I asked if it was really a good idea to play this song for little kids. I mean, wouldn't they question what this meant for them, personally?
Michael laughed and said, "Well, she's not digging a hole out in the back and burying them," he told me.
"How do you know?" I asked. He just laughed and said that I was very, very weird, and he loved me.
"Look," he said, "I'll cheer you up." Then he put on another song from the same album, sung in the Mexican corrido style.
"You tenia seis perritos, de los seis que yo tenia, uno se fue brinco y brinco, nadamas me quedan cinco..."
[I had six little puppies, and one bounced and bounced away, and only five were left to me..."]
Me, flinging the covers over my head sadly: "What are you trying to do to me? This is awful!"
Michael: "What, it's in Spanish!"
Me: "It's the same song, only with six puppies!"
[We are both laughing hysterically now, he in perplexity, me in anguish...]
He turns it off, snuggles me, comforts me, and then begins singing softly in my ear, "The mother duck says, 'quack, quack, quack' and goes to dig a hole in the back..."
