Moon

Its been a while. College football season has nearly consumed my life once again this year. Nebraska ended with a bang with a 33-0 victory over Arizona in the Holiday Bowl. More on the Huskers in an upcoming post.

Confused by the title yet? It is the title of a song/lullaby that my Great Grandfather sang to my Grandmother, my Grandmother sang to my Mother, and my Mother finally sang it to me. I was very young when she used to sing it, and I could only remember a line here and there. While I was home for Christmas, the song came up and she wrote the lyrics down for me.

There was an old woman who lived in the moon,
She baked a rice pudding and cut it too soon.
Because 'twas not done, she gave it a throw.
It fell to our planet and we call it snow.

When the little boy saw what his mother had done,
He scowled and made faces which covered the sun.
His tears fell in torrents, he cried all in vain.
They fell to our planet and we call it rain.

Now the man in the moon, who had been off to town,
Saw his little boy crying. It caused him to frown.
He gave him some sweet meats and told him to dine.
And then there was smiling, we call it sunshine.