The songs of a new generation
dad had to go to a dentist today for the worst kind of a root canal. He sat down to fill out the paperwork in the office and noticed a bunch of wet spots on the crotch of his pants. Ordinarilly, this would be embarrassing at best; but when stretched out in a dental chair, yeah, not good.
It turns out it was from the wet edge of a bathroom countertop, which always seems to be at the perfectly wrong height for embarrassing mistakes like this. However, all this led dad to think about the original plans for Lil' Genghis, when there was thoughts that she could be a he.
You see, every child learns little rhymes. Some are taught by their parents. A relevant one, in this case:
See, American kids at least from dad's generation were required to know at least 723 versions of alternate lyrics to "The Battle Hymn of the Republic". Most went something like this:
But, wait! Someone out there is protesting that all children rhymes need not be violent. Well, no. But some rhymes started off with nonsense and ended up with a violent reputation. Ain't childhood grand?
Addendum: A quick search turned up this list of children's rhymes. The first one listed, naturally enough, involves a freight- and personnel-carrying logistical structure exceeding its safety factor and thus resulting in impending structural failure.
And what kind of lesson does this leave for our children? Well, ... tell me there's not a kid in the world who didn't think this looked cool:
It turns out it was from the wet edge of a bathroom countertop, which always seems to be at the perfectly wrong height for embarrassing mistakes like this. However, all this led dad to think about the original plans for Lil' Genghis, when there was thoughts that she could be a he.
You see, every child learns little rhymes. Some are taught by their parents. A relevant one, in this case:
| No matter how much you shake, no matter how much you dance, the last three drops always wind up in your pants |
See, American kids at least from dad's generation were required to know at least 723 versions of alternate lyrics to "The Battle Hymn of the Republic". Most went something like this:
| Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school. We have tortured all the teachers and burned all the books ... |
But, wait! Someone out there is protesting that all children rhymes need not be violent. Well, no. But some rhymes started off with nonsense and ended up with a violent reputation. Ain't childhood grand?
Addendum: A quick search turned up this list of children's rhymes. The first one listed, naturally enough, involves a freight- and personnel-carrying logistical structure exceeding its safety factor and thus resulting in impending structural failure.
And what kind of lesson does this leave for our children? Well, ... tell me there's not a kid in the world who didn't think this looked cool:
posted by Suzana Stucka at
00:21
1 Comments:
So I guess the Barney song is along the same lines of the one I know about killing him that we made up in high school.
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Anonymous, at 20/1/07 15:22
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