Some months ago, I was waiting in line to pay for a few items at my local pharmacy. The woman ahead of me was trying to settle her fussy infant by rolling her stroller back and forth while humming a soothing tune--"Papa's Gonna Buy You a Mockingbird," as I recall. She hummed it for bit when, abruptly (at least, I found it abrupt), she started on a new song, performing it at the same slow tempo, in the same soft-voiced, lilting way. I had to bite my lower lip to keep from laughing, though, because of the song she'd chosen: "What Shall We Do With a Drunken Sailor?"
Needless to say, I'd never thought of that one as a lullabye.
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