I have always loved the song Frere Jacques. It all started way back when I was a wee little lass and I had a stuffed pony that played it. I loved that horse. It had beautiful pink hair. It also had a little metal wind up tab that you had to twist and then it would play Frere Jacques. One day my dad and I were wrestling around and he hit me in the head with it. And the metal part got me. IN THE HEAD. And I almost died. As the story goes, I was so angry with him that I didn’t speak to him for a couple of days. Anyone that knows me knows this is quite a feat as I rarely shut up. AND THAT, MY FRIENDS, IS HOW GARY JONES ALMOST RUINED FRERE JACQUES.
Years pass and I pop out a baby known as Dubya. I eventually start singing to my Dubya and I realize that the only way I know how to sing Frere Jacques is a mash-up of the French and the English version, so it goes a little something like this: Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques, dormez-vouz, dormez-vouz, morning bells are ringing, morning bells are ringing, ding-ding-dong, ding-ding-dong.
Then some time passes and Dubya starts to sing the song. Only he turns it into good morning bells are ringing.
Then some more time goes by and out pops Moo Cow and Dubya and I sing the song to her. And then even more time passes and Moo Cow starts to sing the song. Except that, being Moo Cow, she can’t be remotely positive and turns this song into goodbye bells are ringing goodbye bells are ringing.
And then more time passes and suddenly, you’ve got this to deal with. And you just don’t know how to process the fact that the wee little fella that you used to sing and rock to sleep is now playing this song to you from memory. So you just stand outside his classroom like a creeper and take videos.
Cuz what else can ya do?
