I told you of all the songs we regale our child with, particularly in the car. I’m getting a little concerned about her hearing as she applauds these efforts. Well, maybe she’s just applauding her desperate parents’ efforts. She is a sweetheart.
This weekend Greyson belted out a new one I’d like to share with you all here. It was sort of to the tune of “Oh, Mr. Sun.”
“Mr. Moon, Moon, bright and shiny Moon, hiding behind that tree.
There’s a bear over there and he’s got a gun.
He’s gonna shoot you, so you better run.”
Me (smirking): “Uh, what are you singing to our child?”
Him: “Oh, that’s a song my family used to sing.”
Me: “No, the song is “Mr. Sun, Sun, Mr. Golden Sun…” (I went on to sing that totally normal song that we all know.)
Him: “No, it’s Mr. Moon.” (He goes on to repeat this insane song.)
Me: “Why is there a bear and why does it have a gun?”
Him: “I dunno! That’s just the song my family sang.” (smirking) “It’s an old German folk-song.”
I threw my head back laughing as I pictured his family wearing lederhosen and singing about sharpshooting bears. I assume it was a salute to the Motherland and a tribute to a fictional Great Uncle Wolfgang.
We did find a song called “Oh Mr. Moon” online, but it has an owl in it. No bear. I think he’s full of scheiße.