New lyrics

If you are a frequent reader of this blog, you may recall some of Amy's interesting interpretations of popular songs. First there was the bonnie/bunny that lies over the ocean, then Raffi's "she looks like a cigarette", and... my personal favorite, Frosty the Snowman and his very shaky pole.

We're all listening to the same tapes and CD's in the car, and the lyrics sound crystal clear to me, but somehow they get a bit mixed up en route to Amy's ears. Today we drove along to the tune of "Little People" singing some old classics.

"Poor Dinah. She must have the same cold we all have", Amy mused.

"Who's Dinah?", I asked, thinking maybe she was referring to a friend from storytime or gymnastics.

"Mooommm, you know Dinah", she said with some frustration in her voice. "She's in that song...

Dinah won't you blow!
Dinah won't you blow!
Dinah won't you blow your noooosse!
Dinah won't you blow!
Dinah won't you blow!
Dinah won't you blow your nose!"

Does anyone have a tissue?