There is one thing that will dc the complaints from our backseat driver, and that's his nursery rhyme CD. Within two notes from the opening xylophone track, there is silence and contentment from Captain Crabby.
The senior passengers are another story...
With the car tunes and the music class and the at-home singing, I hear a lot of nursery rhymes. A lot lot. Since one can only listen to so many repeats of "Pop Goes the Weasel" before "Mom Goes Berserk", we have come up with ways to combat the potential for insanity.
As an example, we sing a blues version of "Itsy-Bitsy Spider". It's very cool, and Junior grins and dances every time he hears it. Seeking another such blend of kid and contemporary, I produced the following arrangement of a well-known song covered by Creedence Clearwater Revival.
The management takes no responsibilities for injuries sustained while grooving. Get down at your own risk.
Oo, oo, the spider, he went up the spout.
Down came the rain and it washed him out.
Out came the sun and it dried the rain.
So that spider climbed back up again.
He could have saved himself some time;
watched the forecast on Channel 9.
Oo, yeah, I heard it in a nursery rhyme.
Got those songs playing all the time.
Whoo, yes, I heard it in a nursery rhyme.
And I'm just about to lose my mind.
Make a ring around a rosy now,
fill your pockets with some posies now.
Ashes, ashes, sneeze all over town.
Join your hands and we all fall down.
Though the words are kind of vague,
listen close: it's about the Plague!
Willie Winkie, he runs everywhere.
Down the stairs in his underwear.
Banging on windows, he yells through locks,
"Go to bed, 'cause it's eight o'clock!"
Do you plan to sleep yourself,
or just holler at everyone else?