Songs of my Childhood

Here's another entry into things people do that I think entertains them as much as they think it entertains me.

Whenever Granny is holding me (and not checking my diaper for poo because I farted), she looks me right into the eye and sings a song to me:

I saw a little birdie going hop, hop, hop.
I told that little birdie don't you stop, stop, stop.
I opened up my window to say, "How do you do?"
And the bird spread his wings and away they flew.

Far, far, far away they flew.
Far, far, far away they flew.
And they all came back again.

Nice song. I like how Granny sings it. I have no idea what that song is about other than animal teasing, but I like it.

Mommy has a song for me too:

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are gray.
You'll never know, dear, how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.

I like when she sings it too, although it seems to be about child abduction of some sort. Whatever floats her boat.

At least that's better than Daddy's song to me:

She's got eyes of the bluest skies
As if they thought of rain
I hate to look into those eyes
And see an ounce of pain.
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place
Where as a child I'd hide
And pray for the thunder
And the rain
To quietly pass me by.
Sweet child o' mine
Sweet love of mine

Yes, Daddy sings Axl Rose to me.

Let's keep this post in case it's ever needed by my future psychiatrist.