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I need to expand my lexicon

Charlotte has started to have nightmares on and off.  Perfectly normal, and not something I'm worried about.  But when she has a really bad night like she is tonight, I'll go up and hold/rock her.  It's more for me than for her, honestly.  But I've discovered tonight that I need to learn a few more songs.  I've got "Personal Penguin" down cold because it's one of her favorite books.  After that she gets "A Monster's Lullaby," which is actually sweet and quite appropriate.  But after that I tend to segue into various things I've learned in the SCA and assorted Tom Lehrer.  If I send her off to school singing "Poisoning Pigeons in the Park," there's gonna be some 'splainin' to do...



Feb. 26th, 2011 04:08 pm (UTC)
I used to have scary nightmares about a third world war,
With mushroom clouds and firestorms and blood and guts and gore,
'Till Mom explained the reason why we won't get blown away:
We've got a little buddy who protects us night and day.

There's a little green bug-eyed monster who came from outer space.
She's hanging out in orbit just to save the human race.
So if Reagan or Chernyenko should try to drop the Bomb
She'll zap those deadly missiles and preserve our peace and calm.

We'll be saved by a little green bug-eyed monster.
We'll learn our lesson. We'll stop our messin'
With those great big bad atomic weapons.
The little green monster will bring us peace.

I won't get blown to bacon bits. I won't glow in the dark.
I won't melt down like butter when I'm playing in the park.
The Bomb won't come to get me in the middle of the night;
So now I don't get frightened when my Mom turns out the light.

I believe in the little green bug-eyed monster.
Without her up there, I'd have a nightmare.
I told all of the other kids in day care;
They believe in Santa, but they think I'm nuts.

The day they push the button, they'll get a big surprise,
When all their shiny missiles don't fly screaming through the skies.
Those crazy politicians couldn't start another war,
So, grownups, don't you demonstrate or protest any more.

Just believe that the little green bug-eyed monster
Can save the nation from incineration.
Just believe that she never needs a vacation,
And you'll be happy till the day you die.
Yes, you'll be happy till the day you die.

(Feel free to change the "Reagan or Chernyenko" line to suit current
political conditions.)
Mar. 4th, 2011 04:01 pm (UTC)
I love that!