Week 30: Lullaby

 



 Hush little baby don't you said a word, mummy's gonna buy you a mockingbird,

And if that mockingbird don't sing,

Papa’s gonna buy you a diamond ring

And if that diamond ring turns to brass,

Papa’s gonna buy you a looking glass,

And if that looking glass get smudged

Papa’s gonna buy you a copy of Dickens’ little known work Barnaby Rudge,

And if that Barnaby Rudge gets worn,

Papa’s gonna buy you a single copy of Natalie Imbruglia’s Torn,

And if you're not a fan of 90s indie inflected pop,

Papa’s gonna buy you the Spice Girls Stop,

And if that song Stop makes you want to cry Stop!,

Papa’s gonna buy you a spinning top,

And if you think that toy is too retro in the digital age,

Papa’s gonna buy you a robot whose raison d’etre is engage,

And if that robot malfunctions and overpowers you for being a human overlord,

Papa’s gonna buy you a samurai sword,

And if people are critical of Papa for appropriating Japanese military history as a western decorative item,

Papa will show his Liberal values by buying premier league Brighton,

And if Brighton fall down the leagues and the fans troll your family online and threaten your teddies,

Papa’s gonna buy no more things …

 

Because ultimately I should never have bought you things in the first place to send you to sleep, you are 6 months and don't understand the value of a diamond rings or even what the antiquated term 'looking glass' even means. Bribery may work later when I'm tired and you're cunning, and we can come to a mutually agreeable arrangement that gives you what you want and I what I want, but for now you're pure, instinctive, free from material concerns, so sleep sweet one, dream of the proverbial land of milk and mummy.

Sleep.

It takes energy to be as beautiful as you.

Sleep.

Our revels today have ended, we are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life rounded with sleep.

So sleep now,

Savour tomorrow.


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