Sing, sing a song…
Music and little children. Turn on a CD, and Nigel is drawn to the speaker as surely as iron is drawn to a magnet. He stands, mesmerized, swaying gently side to side, a small boy in a melodious trance. Timmy is more active in his appreciation, arms windmilling, whole body bouncing. Anna and Emily smile and wiggle, or, if the music is lively, shriek and clap and/or stomp their feet.
Only Malli and Nigel have yet tried to sing. Nigel and Malli like to sing. They love to sing. Though ‘musical’ isn’t quite the label for their vocal efforts just yet, they are having a wonderful time, and who knows how this might blossom one day?
Nigel’s musical contribution today was a True Canadian effort. The words were clear – all five that he remembered – and the rhythm, sound. No discernable tune, mind you, but two out of three isn’t bad.
“Rippy the gator goes,
Chomp, chomp, chomp!
Rippy the gator goes
Chomp, chomp, chomp!”
Just those two lines. Over and over and over and over again. Rippy the gator chomped his way through most of the morning and a goodly chunk of the afternoon. (Curious as to the rest of the lyrics? Click on the song – it will take you there. You may muse privately on the curious-ness of the family that puts this song in the player of their two-year-old…)
Malli, meanwhile – often simultaneously – serenaded us with this:
About as tuneful as Nigel’s effort, and equally rhythmic, but the lyrics? They’re a tad muddy*, no denying it. Call me odd, though, but I think I prefer Malli’s song…
*No, the garbled lyrics cannot be blamed on the fact that Malli is singing in French. Malli, the lucky, lucky child, is fluently, 100%, French-English bilingual.
Recent Comments
bbw sex doll on What I Got for Christmas YourDoll JP on What I Got for Christmas Jeli on Succulent Identification Assis… Q. on These things are relative… kathleencornelldayca… on Teeny tiny talker RSS feed
It's Not All Mary Poppins 