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Hush little baby
Don't say a word
Papa's gonna buy you an elephant
And if that elephant's too big
Papa's gonna buy you a cute little pig
And if that pig can't find no truffles
Papa's gonna buy you a skirt with ruffles
And if that skirt with ruffles ain't cute
Papa's gonna buy you a magic flute
And if that magic flute gets out of tune
Papa's gonna buy you a hot-air balloon
And if that hot-air balloon floats away
Papa's going to buy you a bale of hay
And if that bale of hay goes rotten
Papa's gonna buy you a field of cotton
And if that field of cotton ain't organic
Papa's gonna buy you some Manic Panic
And when that Manic Panic washes out of your hair
Papa's gonna buy you a comfy chair
And if that comfy chair gets lumpy
Papa's gonna buy you a frog that's jumpy
And if that jumpy frog jumps too high
Papa's gonna buy you the sun in the sky
And if that sun in the sky don't shine
Papa's gonna buy you a silver mine
And if that silver mine don't produce
Papa's gonna buy you a glass of juice…
And so on.
Karen started singing the more-traditional version of this song to the girls at bedtime, which made them demand it of me. I couldn't remember the words, and when I asked Karen, she said to quit bugging her and to just make something up. So I did. This totally backfired on Karen, because now if you sing the song with less-silly words (and in particular if you omit the elephant), Anya gets very upset.
Jesus, no wonder Karen can't get your version right!
I make up words to this just about every night! Words change every day, and when I'm secretly using my iphone behind Kevin's head, sometimes they're not even real words.