My grandson was born twenty-eight months ago. Since his birth I have made a point of spending time with him every calendar week.
When I first held him in my arms I welcomed him to the world and told him a number of things. I also sang him Raffi’s song, Willoughby Wallaby Woo:
Willoughby Wallaby waimie, an elephant sat on Jamie
Willoughby Wallaby wop, an elephant sat on Pop
From that point on I would regularly sing that song to him. At one point my daughter said, “Dad, I think it’s time to change up the repertoire.” I didn’t disagree. Of course I would sing other songs to him but I always included a few versus of Raffi’s tune:
Willoughby Wallaby waddy, an elephant sat on Daddy
Willoughby Wallaby wummy, an elephant sat on Mommy
Five weeks ago he and I were sitting on the floor playing with his train set. I started to sing:
“Willoughby Wallaby waimie, an elephant sat on ……”
He looked up at me and said, “Jamie.”
I continued, “Willoughby Wallaby wop, an elephant sat on …..”
I was so pleased. My plan worked. My investment paid off.
Five weeks ago I held my new granddaughter in my arms for the first time. Do you want to guess what song I first sang to her?
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