Sunrise Guy
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When I was little, the old lullaby "Rockabye Baby" used to freak me out. I remember thinking at around three or four years old: Rockabye Baby in the treetop (Ah, sounds soothing, I'm up high and rocking.), When the wind blows the cradle will rock (Cool, the wind is gently rocking me---) When the bough breaks the cradle will fall (Wait! Stop the music! What is happening here?) And down will come Baby, cradle and all! (Nooooo! I'm meeting a horrible end! I'm falling from the top of a tree, in my cradle! I don't want to die! How is this supposed to put me to sleep? Stop!!!!!)
Anyway, I got up in my favorite tree after work today and wrote a new version which I sang from forty feet up to my gf when she got home:
Rockabye Baby, in the treetop,
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks, little Baby feels grand,
Because his cradle's tied in with twelve strand!
If my daughters were still little I'd sing them to sleep tonight with my new, improved version. Maybe my whole climbing thing came about because I desired to conquer a subconscious fear I had of being up high in a tree thanks to my Mom singing the old version of the lullaby to me when I was little.
Anyway, I got up in my favorite tree after work today and wrote a new version which I sang from forty feet up to my gf when she got home:
Rockabye Baby, in the treetop,
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,
When the bough breaks, little Baby feels grand,
Because his cradle's tied in with twelve strand!
If my daughters were still little I'd sing them to sleep tonight with my new, improved version. Maybe my whole climbing thing came about because I desired to conquer a subconscious fear I had of being up high in a tree thanks to my Mom singing the old version of the lullaby to me when I was little.