A singing in my ears

Belly has a gift for song. Well, maybe that is too strong a statement. It'll be years before we know if any of this is a 'gift' or not. Let's just say that she has always enjoyed singing songs she's heard and sometimes even sings little ditties she has made up.

I know this will make me sound old, but whenever she sings, I shudder a little inside over what has become of female vocals. Don't get me wrong, she can carry a tune pretty well. It is the inflection that makes me crazy. She is 5, yet she will sing with a 'pout' in her voice, or warble all over the place instead of sustaining a single note (I blame Mariah for this phenomenon). It is all my fault for letting her sit with me through a few seasons of American Idol. I thought she was too young to be influenced. I was wrong.

The songs she chooses to sing are often those of love gone wrong; of wishing for a love that is just out of reach. For this, I blame barbie.com and my husband, who, in a moment of weakness, bought her a CD of "girl hits"----remakes of "Let's get this party started" and "Hit me baby one more time". He has regretted this purchase ever since our 8-hour drive to Jersey when we heard this CD more times than we could count.

But. . .there is hope. Her last creation was so different from her previous ones that I thought, "could I have the female Weird Al on my hands"? You judge for yourself.

(one note, both girls sang this together. Belly sang a line and then Jilly echoed it--very nice effect if I do say so myself)

The song starts like most of them but then goes to a strange place:

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I won't be happy
Until you are back

That piece of corn
I'd eat it up
Until you are back

I'd give you some too

I wish you were here
To see my corn

How are you doing
How are you feeling

I'll simply wait for you. . .
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Yes, friends, nothing says "I love you" like an ear of day-old corn. That must be one special fella.