The cycle of life passes from lovers, to married with children, to grandparents and then oblivion. (You can sing the last part as sadly drawn out to the point it makes the child laugh at the ridiculousness.)My mother did not like singing this one to us, as the song kept us awake too long. We'd anticipate the next funny sounds she might make to entertain us through the cycles. But we pressed her for the song and she obliged enough times that I remembered it suddenly, decades later, when my child begged me for "another song, mommy, another!" And there it was, "The Animal King." The verses all came back to me.
O, the Animal King with the Big Nose Ring
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