Griffin's pants are falling down, falling down, falling down
Griffin's pants are falling down, my fair baby.
Mommy's bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down
Mommy's bridge is falling down, my fair mommy.
Daddy's jeans are falling down, falling down, falling down
Daddy's jeans are falling down, my fair daddy.
(Upon hearing one verse after another, each rewritten by our delightful little boy, Ed and I just stared at each other gape-mouthed, amazed, checking to make sure we were understanding correctly, and then we burst into gales of laughter. It sounded so cute I didn't mind in the least bit that not a word of his new song was in French!)
What a brilliant mythical creature you have. ;) Very cute and creative. Reminds me of that blog post you wrote about Griffin changing the words to Row, Row, Row Your Boat. How perfectly he's coming along.
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ReplyDeleteOh my goodness! My mother posted her very first comment on my blog!!! Merci, Maman. (Or is it perhaps my Maman-in-law?)
ReplyDeleteHere are two more Griffin songs:
ReplyDeleteHead, knees, and toes,
Head, knees, and toes,
All through the town.
Sur le pont de Steamboat
Griffin danse, Griffin danse
Sur le pont de Steamboat
Griffin danse wit Maman.
That was so hilarious.
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