One of my favorite times is singing to Lincoln before lying him down. Old worship
songs, corny commercial jingles and anything by Ray Lamontagne are the usual. I
find myself venturing out to lullabies lately, however. Particularly, ‘Hush
Little Baby’. I remember mom always singing it to us and each night the words would
be completely different. That’s what I love, it never has to be the same.
I’d like to share with you tonight’s version:
Hush Little Lincoln
Don’t say a word
Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird
and if that mockingbird don’t sing
Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring
and if that diamond turns to brass
Mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass
and if that looking glass should break
Mama’s gonna buy you a T-bone steak
and if that steak has too much bone
Mama’s gonna buy you the Thunderdome
and when that arena gets boring and old
Mama’s gonna buy you a grill of gold
and if that grill makes your breath stinky
Mama’s gonna buy you a rainbow slinky
Don’t say a word
Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird
and if that mockingbird don’t sing
Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring
and if that diamond turns to brass
Mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass
and if that looking glass should break
Mama’s gonna buy you a T-bone steak
and if that steak has too much bone
Mama’s gonna buy you the Thunderdome
and when that arena gets boring and old
Mama’s gonna buy you a grill of gold
and if that grill makes your breath stinky
Mama’s gonna buy you a rainbow slinky
Occasionally, my husband joins in and we alternate verses. A
few things “Daddy’s gonna buy”? A set of golf clubs and a Can-O-Farts.
Gee....How had I never thought of Can-o-farts before??