Late Night Lullaby
Last night I was having trouble falling asleep. I began to think of lullaby-like things, wishing I could be soothed to sleep in the same way as the crying baby in the next apartment. (We share a bedroom wall. It’s terrible.)
This popped into my head:
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
How I wonder what you are.
How I wonder what you are.
Instead of being charmed by the childhood lullaby, I was appalled. Why were people still singing this to their children. Do they want their children to be uneducated? Do they want their children to think their parents don’t actually know what is up in the sky?
We no longer wonder what the little star is. We know a star is a big ball of gas that can sustain nuclear fusion.
Sadly, that doesn’t rhyme.
After deciding I would be unable to sing this to my future children I promptly fell asleep.
