From a book of old nursery rhymes.
The words and illustrations speak for themselves.
"Mommy, will you read me a bedtime story?"
"Of course, my darling innocent child. Let's read the one about murdering a Robin while a voyeuristic Fly watches and a Fish catches his blood on a platter!"
"Yaaaaaaayyyy!!!!!"
Sweet dreams.
The words and illustrations speak for themselves.
"Of course, my darling innocent child. Let's read the one about murdering a Robin while a voyeuristic Fly watches and a Fish catches his blood on a platter!"
"Yaaaaaaayyyy!!!!!"
Sweet dreams.
Disturbing, really.
ReplyDeleteAs an aside, I had been wondering why none of the sparrows showed up for the birthday party at the end of the Forest Animal book in your last post, but now I realize it's probably because the sparrows were either too busy shooting other birds in cold blood with their bows and arrows, or hiding out somewhere as fugitives for their crimes.
Disturbing, indeed.
DeleteI'll never be upset by birds pooping on my car again, now that I know it could have been SO much worse.
Looking past the creepy overtones and undertones of this children's classic, I'm pretty impressed that the owl is able to dig with a trowel, and that someone refracted that blackbird to figure out a prescription for those tiny reading glasses!
ReplyDeleteDear Sarah,
ReplyDelete"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."
Howzzat for sinister?!
Love,
Dad