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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.

Date: 2006-04-06 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] shenya.livejournal.com
And the one my mother used to sing us doesn't have either either.
I don't remember all the words, so I tend to make a bit up, but the gist of it:

Little birdie in a tree
in a tree
in a tree
Little birdie in a tree
Sing a song for me.

Sing about the ?(roses)
on the garden wall
Sing about the ?(poplars)
growing straight and tall

Little birdie in a tree
in a tree
in a tree
Little birdie in a tree
Sing a song for me.

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