Ring around the rosie,A pocket full of posies, Ashes! Ashes! We all fall down!
I have avoided this song with Buttercup because, well, I'm just not that into singing about the bubonic plague. I don't remember exactly when I learned that I spent a fair amount of my childhood laughing my ass off with the other kids as we unknowingly sang about the rosy rashes developed by the victims or the flowers people put in their pockets to ward off bad smells or the ashes from those who were cremated.
And then the swim teacher went and ruined almost three years of hard work with 30 seconds in class last week. Seriously, people? Why in the name of all that is holy are people still singing this to their kids? Yes, I know Buttercup has no clue she's making me gag a bit every time I have to go rounds with her new lyrical obsession, but come on.
Yes, I also am aware that this is not a chipper subject. But it is a catchy song. Everybody, sing! And therein lies my dilemma.
Now pardon me while I go look for an oven to cheer myself up with. Then maybe we can sing a song about baking muffins. Which reminds me. Please don't tell me the Muffin Man is evil, too. Because that would just totally send me over the edge.