change the sitters

singing to baby...

friend:  '♩ ♪ in a cavern, in a canyon,
excavating for a mine,
dwelt a miner forty-niner,
and his daughter, clementine.

oh my darling, oh my darling,
oh my darling, clementine,
you are lost and gone forever,
dreadful sorry, clementine.  ♫ ♬

you know how she died?'

me:  'how?'

friend:  'landslide...'

me:  'oh...

♩ ♪  in a cavern, in a canyon,
excavating for a mine  ♫ ♬

well, this is what i've been singing to baby...

♩ ♪  in another life
i would be your girl  ♫ ♬

LSS from max's last thursday...

you know the video of that song?  the guy died so

♩ ♪  in another life...  ♫ ♬

aw...  how come we're singing about dead people?'

friend:  'let's try something else...'

me:  'sing dancing queen...'

friend:  'dancing queen...  i'm a guy!'

me:  'that's what her dad used to sing to the baby...'

friend:  'the song doesn't suit my voice...'

me:  'she's a baby...  she wouldn't notice...'

friend:  'how 'bout this?

♩ ♪  my grandfather's clock
was too large for the shelf
so it stood ninety years on the floor
it was taller by half than the old man himself
though it weighed not a pennyweight more.

it was bought on the morn
of the day that he was born
and was always his pleasure and pride
but it stopped short
never to go again
when the old man died  ♫ ♬

ooops...  dead again...'

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