...for the head louse combing song?
And WIBU to share it and ask you to sing it with your DC so the legend lives on?
DS has long hair, always has, and Friday night is always the night we wash/condition and comb his hair (any more often with the washing and his hair gets brittle).
Since time immemorial we have sung The Head Louse Combing Song, partly to soothe him, partly to drown his bloodcurdling screams so the neighbours don't call social services. Tonight he turned to me in the shower and said "Mum. I'm a big boy now. You don't need to sing anymore".
I am crushed. So here in all its glory is the Head Louse Combing Song, copyright free, for your family use and enjoyment. It is set to the tune of Camptown Races, as all good songs should be.
Comb those head lice out* your hair
Doo-dah! Doo-dah!
'Cause we do not want them there!
Doo-doo-doo-doo-dah-day.
Rinse them down the draaaaaaiiiin!
Before we go insaaaaaaaaane!!
Comb those head lice out your hair
Doo-doo-doo-doo-dah-day!!!
In moments of extreme crisis you may break form and trill:
This is what I have to do
If you don't want licey-poos!
and then return to the song.
- I know 'out of' would be grammatically preferable but it doesn't scan, and sacrifices had to be made for art.
Enjoy. I'm sobbing into my gin over the death of a childhood.