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There are so many wacko lullabies; in fact, I think that every single lullaby that has been passed down from generation to generation is friggin’ wack. I found some jewels as I searched for CHILDREN’S NURSERY RHYMES. Most of them have a deeper historical meaning. And usually that deeper meaning is death.

I had a little bird; his name was Enza.

I opened up the window and in-flu-enza.

This little jump-rope rhyme became a thing during the early 1900’s when everyone was dropping like flies because of the flu. Little girls would play hopscotch or jump-rope and sing this happy song. Way to pump everyone up, girls!

Ring around the rosies, pocket full of posies.

Ashes! Ashes! We all fall down!

The real meaning of this lullaby is not truly known, but it is suspected to have been created, in some form or another, around the time of the plagues. Of course it’s been changed as the years go by, but the message is still as dark. The “rosies” and “posies” are most likely a reference to the flowers that people held to lessen the stench of the dead bodies all around them. In the original rhyme, the “Ashes! Ashes!” line was “a-tishoo! a-tishoo!” To me, that sounds like someone sneezing. Therefore, DISEASE. Therefore, BLACK PLAGUE. And then the “we all fall down” phrase is obviously about everyone dying. Yay!

Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop,

When the wind blows, the cradle will rock,

When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,

And down will come baby, cradle and all

This tune of this lullaby is calming and nice, but if you listen to the lyrics it’s so dark. I read that it has a deeper, not as creepy, meaning, but people don’t have time to look that up!

I’m bringin home a baby bumblebee, won’t my mommy be so proud of me.

I’m bringin home a baby bumblebee. Ouch! It stung me!

I’m squishing up a baby bumblebee, won’t my mommy be so proud of me.

I’m squishing up a baby bumble bee. Ew! It’s all over me!

I’m wiping off a baby bumblebee, won’t my mommy be so proud of me.

I’m wiping off a baby bumblebee. Now my mommy won’t be so mad at me!

I used to ask my mommy to sing this to me every single night when I was a little kid. I loved the interactive parts and the happy tune. But now as I get older, I realize that this rhyme is creepier than most happy tunes. It’s about a kid catching a baby bumble bee, being stung by it, and crushing it. What?! What kind of a kids’ rhyme is this?!

 

I’ve noticed a theme with most kids’ rhymes, and I’m not pleased. When I have kids, I’m…probably still going to sing them. But…BUT, I’ll include my own little hums. I’m a pretty good singer. Still, these songs are pretty cool; they are a part of our history and they are a part of who we are as a people. GO CREEPY LULLABIES!!!

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Enza’s Fluin’ INM