From what I’ve gleaned, some mornings at Luke's school, instead of “Oh Canada,” they sing “Don’t Laugh At Me” as a kind of anthem against bullying. He loves this song and sings it loudly and sweetly and over and over again. The chorus goes like this:
Don't laugh at me
Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my pain
In God's eyes we're all the same
Someday we'll all have perfect wings
Don't laugh at me
Only Luke sings that first bit like this:
Don't laugh at me
Don't call me names
Don't get your pleasure from my face...
And so on.
The first time I noticed his mondegreen, I laughed, which was, shall we say... unfortunate. But I do. I do get my pleasure from his face. Especially when it’s got that adorable earnest expression on it.
Luke calls the song "Perfect Wings" and I managed to find this version on youtube once he started singing snippets of the lyrics at home:
I'm not sure about the wisdom of evoking death in a song on this topic through the mention of those wings. ("Being bullied? Don't worry! They can't hurt you in heaven!") I'm also sort of flabbergasted that Mark Wills changed the verse about the "beggar" on the corner to the "cripple" on the corner. Way to make that word choice even more politically incorrect. Although "homeless person" has a lot of syllables -- it would've been tough to squeeze them all in there. But whatever. It makes my little boy happy. And I get my pleasure -- my shameless, shameless pleasure -- from that, too.
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