London Bridges

Rosie loves to sing.  She clearly intoned songs by 6 months (okay, actually it was the cheer my brother taught the kids for the New York Yankees, but it's sort of a song).  We put her in a choir she adores and, she spends most of the day filling our ears with her new songs.

One of my favorite things about little kids singing is how they work out the lyrics.  Words can be plain hard to understand when sung, and often the poetry of a song requires either unusual words or an unusual combination of words.

Yesterday at the grocery store, Rosie came out with this little ditty:

London bridges falling down, falling down, falling down.
London bridges falling down, my fair lady.
Take the key and knock them up, knock them up, knock them up.

At which point I was laughing so loud and so hard I could no longer hear her.