So, I've been looking up lullabies.

[conuly]

And I've discovered something. Two sometimes.

1. In the world of lullabies-concerning-future-jobs, they all talk about what their son is going to do when he grows up. So... what did these people sing to their daughters? Isn't there even *one* about growing up, getting married, and having your own kids (the presumed occupation of all these daughters, just like they knew in advance what their sons would likely do)?

2. And why are they all featuring moonlight and such? Okay, yes, children do (hopefully) sleep at night, but... didn't these children take naps during the day? Were our ancestors so different from us, only a few generations ago? Didn't their parents feel silly singing about how late it was and the moon was shining, when it *wasn't*? I know I sure do.

Comments

[conuly]

1. I did? Wow. I usually don't repeat myself that soon.
2. That's a morbid little song. "Way down yonder, in the meadow, there's a poor little lamby. The bees and the butterflies pecking out his eyes...."

[sporks5000.livejournal.com]

1) Or maybe it was a few weeks ago, or maybe it was a year plus ago. I'm actually not sure at all. I know that it was you, though, and I know that if it was in the past four months, I read it twice but did not reply to it, or else I would have been able to find it through my g-mail account.

2) Yeah, I tend to avoid that verse when ever possible.

[conuly]

2) Yeah, I tend to avoid that verse when ever possible.

I sing it extra loud. 'cuz I'm like that.

(You know what's really scary? Ana can sing parts of "Pretty Polly" with me, I've sung it so much.