A little dab of old fashioned family fun for your weekend . . .
Say say oh playmate
Come out and play with me
And bring your dollies three
Climb up my apple tree
Cry down my rain barrel
Slide down my cellar door
And we’ll be jolly friends
P.S. Before I get even one comment on this . . .
Yes, I know that the lyrics to this little ditty most commonly run, “Slide down my rain barrel, into my cellar door.”
But no, I don’t believe I got the lyrics wrong. The first couple of Google search engine pages won’t back me up on this, but the variation above is, I’m fairly convinced, not original.
This is a rain barrel.
This is a cellar door.
Would you really slide down the barrel into the door? Really?
My mother remembers the lyric like this: “Cry down my rain barrel; slide down my cellar door.”
To me, that makes perfect sense . . . so that’s the version I’m teaching my girls.