Sunday night we're driving through pretty neighborhoods and the CD player is spewing hymns in a western style: "Swing low sweet chariot."
The little boys in the back are singing: "Spring rolls sweet cheerios."
I've been singing it ever since.
My daughters had their own version of We Three Kings that including lyrics "itchy gitcy underwear". And I can't sing the right version either.
ReplyDeleteI used to sing, "There is a bomb in Gilead, to make the wounded whole...to cure a sin-sick soul..."
ReplyDeleteIt was years before I understood my error. And the hymn.