I don't remember what the first song was I learned by heart. But I'm pretty sure that if they unplug all of my memory circuits, as they did to Hal in "2001: A Space Odyssey," the last coherent words out of my mouth would be the lyrics to one of the following three songs (punctuation shamelessly improvised):
Rock-a-bye baby,
In the tree top.
When the wind blows,
The cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks,
The cradle will fall,
And down will come baby,
cradle and all.
Or:
Jesus loves the little children,
All the children of the world.
Red and yellow, black and white,
They are precious in His sight.
Jesus loves the little children of the world.
Or:
Jesus loves me, this I know,
For the Bible tells me so.
Little ones to him belong;
They are weak, but he is strong.
Yes, Jesus loves me.
Yes, Jesus loves me.
Yes, Jesus loves me.
The Bible tells me so.
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Here's a Marxist (Groucho) lullaby (writen by Julius Henry's old pal Harry Ruby during World War Too):
Rock-a-bye baby,
Grugle and laugh.
Mother is making
Time-and-a-half.
I'll cook the meals,
And keep the house clean,
While Mommy is building
A B-17.
They don't write songs like that, anymore...
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