My Mom and Dad liked silly songs; songs that had clever and humorous rhymes. They were songs you didn’t have to think about deeper meanings or hidden emotions.
Dad used to sing a song called, The Grasshopper Sat on the Sweet Potato Vine. That was the only lyric; “The Grasshopper Sat on the Sweet Potato Vine.” Come to find out later it was an old banjo tune that had no lyrics.
The first record, in fact the only record, I recall Dad and Mom buying was a song called The Thing. It was written by song writer and performer Phil Harris.
The song irritated me when I was a child. The hook line in the song was, “Get out of here with that boom, boom, boom and don’t come back any more.” I didn’t know what that boom, boom, boom was. I was too young to know that was the point of the song. It was left to your imagination. My imagination had not developed enough to conceive that it was supposed to be what ever I wanted it to be or nothing or maybe that in itself was the point; get out of here with nothing.
As you can see that silly little song left too many philosophical, moral, emotional, and ethical questions for a preschooler to handle.
All through the song I imagined a man coming upon an old chest and lugging it around from place to place unable to rid himself of it. Come to think of it; the song frustrated me.
Now when I think of that song it brings a smile, a tear, and my Mom and Dad enjoying a silly song.
I have not heard that song since I was five or six, but I found it.