Every night I sing my nearly four-year-old son a few songs when I tuck him into bed. He’s got several that he enjoys, but one of his favorites is “The Baker Song.” It’s one my mom used to sing to me, but unlike most of the other songs she sang me (“Chi-baba, Chi-baba,” “I See the Moon,” “Someday My Prince Will Come,” etc.), I can’t find it online so I don’t know where it’s from.
Basically it’s about an apprentice baker who wants to try being a pastry chef. He’s obtained his master’s reluctant permission and assembled his first pie.
Then he put it in to bake it
saying, ‘That’s the way to make it,’
and his heart began to swell with awesome pride.
Except now that my son is singing the song along with me, I realize that what he hears is, “…his heart began to swell with sauce and fries.”
While it’s a reasonable description of the influence of diet on the risk of heart disease, my son’s version kind of changes the song from a cautionary tale about striving outside of your station to a cautionary tale about eating rich foods. Which, when I think about it, might be a better message for a 21st-century child to internalize.