The family was playing this morning, and something happened that reminded Dad of how he used to make up silly songs to sing to Nigel. The first, of course, being "Rub-a-Baby-Tummy", which goes like this (sung to a variation on the overture from The Barber of Seville):
(Dad is rubbing Nigel's tummy in various ways while singing)
Rub a baby tummy,
Rub a baby tummy,
Rub a baby tummy, today
Rub a baby tummy,
Rub a baby tummy,
Rub a baby tummy, this way
It's very, very funny
To rub a baby tummy, so
Rub a baby tummy,
Rub a baby tummy,
Rub a baby tummy, today
(End by grandiosely blowing on his tummy)
Nigel used to get very excited anticipating the end of the song, and Dad would make sure some of the rubbing along the way was light, and some heavy, and some very tickly, adding to the excitement.
Another classic was "Jingling Pig", which goes like this and requires the jingling accompaniment of a tubular rattle with a pig's head:
Jingling pig
Dancing a jingling jig
He's not very big
Jingling pig
Ring-a-ting swine
Ring-a-tings all the time
Isn't she fine?
Ring-a-ting swine
(Jingling interlude)
Jingling hog
Dancing a jingling jog
His body's shaped like a log
Jingling hog
Ring-a-ting sow
Ring-a-tinging right now
No one really knows how
Ring-a-ting sow
(Ending flourish)
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