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So the other night we found ourselves all in bed together, awake, at 4am.  Long story – don’t ask.

Anyway, at times when K is trying to wind down, sometimes she asks me to sing a lullaby.  I’m a truly terrible singer but she doesn’t seem to mind.  But last night I was pretty wiped out mentally and so I asked her if she would like to try singing ME a lullaby instead.  I hoped that the novelty would mask my cop-out.

So K started singing “Mary had a little lamb”.  And very nicely, in her sweet little voice, too.  For the first two traditional verses, I was basking in her musical talent and feeling very cozy and motherly, snuggling my little angel. 

Then she got to the third, fourth, fifth and beyond verses.  Oh you’re not familiar with that either?  Let me recreate as accurately as possible:

Mary took her bonnet off, her bonnet off

and put her rain hat on, her rain hat on

because she likes the rain and it is cloudy.

She goes and puts her bug boots* on, her bug boots on,

because it’s going to rain.

And she likes the rain, with her little lamb, little lamb, little lamb.

wearing their raincoat, and hat and boots, and boots

they go to get an um-brella, an um-brella

to wait for the rain.

And the rain comes down, comes down, comes down

and drips on Mary with her rain hat on, and not her bonnet,

but then it stops raining.

Mary goes back inside, back inside, back inside

and takes her raincoat off

but it is still cloudy and keeps her boots on, her boots on, her boots on.

At this point, I was working hard not to laugh hysterically, which only fueled the fire and kept her going with more random words put together to the tune.  It was pretty darn funny at 4am.

And then lastly, I heard FF under his breath: “Mary had a little lamb, and it was very delicious, the end.”

Apparently everyone, including Mary, has Bug Boots