S. Worthen | Weblog

I keep making up new ones; I do this all the time with, er, everything I sing/recite, frankly. Sometimes I remember them or write them down after, but usually I don't get the chance, and often they're based on pleas for the baby to stop crying or whatever is going on at the time. Can't remember any of the Hickory Dickory Dock ones just now, but here's one of my versions of the mockingbird song:

Hush little baby, don't cry at all
Mama's gonna buy you a rubber ball
If that rubber ball won't bounce
Mama's gonna buy you a cat named Pounce
If that cat named Pounce runs off
Mama's gonna buy you a hat to doff
If that hat to doff goes flat
Mama's gonna buy you your own black bat
If that black bat flies away
Mama's gonna buy you some Oil of Olay
If that Oil of Olay goes squish
Mama's gonna buy you a giant fish
If that giant fish should drown
We'll fry it up and we'll feed the whole town.

...hey, the real versions of these things don't make sense either, so why should mine? *grin*