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Sunday, September 26th, 2010 11:08 am
The usual: singing a baby to sleep.  I found myself singing a song whose words are completely inappropriate to sing to other people's children, and messed around until I had something that was less inappropriate, though still kind of melancholy, maybe even morbid, I don't know.  I do this a lot now.  I also make up more cheerful songs that the children are actually meant to get into, but they're on the order of "Boom says Valerie, boom boom boom: Boom says Valerie all over the room."

The poetry of it is not really the best, but it's singable: I know because I had to sing it like ten times for that kid to sleep soundly enough to put down, and my arm went to sleep.

Tune is "Tom O'Bedlam"

The flower that blooms in april

The flower that blooms in April
so light and bright and airy
nods its head and winks its eye
by May is spent quite fairly

chours now and after every verse
still I see the hills the hills the light in the hills so early
glaring in the sun and blurring in the wind when the rain comes down severely

In June its petals wither
so pale and soft and pliant
it falls to the ground among the leaves
and disappears all silent

All thoughout the summer
the seeds grow dry and hard
In August the pods twist open
and the seeds are blown quite far

September you can see no sign
of leaf or flower or seed
while fires sweep across the hills
to clear them all of weeds

The rain comes on slowly
in the waning of the year
green leaf bursts through the soil
winter time is here

The leaf that springs in January
dares to survive the flood
by February's waning
is sheltering the bud

The bud that breaks in Mark
surviving chilly showers
revealing up til April's time
the earnest open flower

The flower that blooms in April
so bright and light and airy
nods its head and winks its eye
by May is spent quite fairly