Wednesday, November 28, 2007

shhhh

My mom used to sing me this lullaby every night before I went to bed. I think of this when the smell of vanilla catches my nose. My mom always smells of french vanilla.

Inch worm, inch worm
Measuring the marigolds
Could it be, stop and see
How beautiful they are

Two and two are four
Four and four are eight
Eight and eight are sixteen
Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two

Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
You and your arithmetic
You'll probably go far

Two and two are four
Four and four are eight
Eight and eight are sixteen
Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two

Inchworm, inchworm
Measuring the marigolds
Seems to me you'd stop and see
How beautiful they are


another version i found that i'm glad she didn't sing to me. however, this makes me wonder what an inchworm actually does. i'll have to look that up and get back to you.

Stay, longer, for me,
Wait, longer, for me,
I know you must be getting sick,
of wondering exactly where this leads you,
Why did it take so long,
why did it take so long,
Why did it take so long,
Stay, longer, for me,
Wait, longer, for me,
I know you must be getting sick,
of wondering exactly where this leads you,
Why did it take so long,
Why did it take so long,
Why did it take so long,
Inchworm, inchworm,
measuring, the merrygold.

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