Heya guys, Jim Lad's wean is only 3.5 like my Wee Red, so...it's a fine song, Jim. I'll have to try it out with Morgan.

I forgot to tell you that Spaw is my evil twin! I used to have to clean up the litter box around here a lot from him kicking it out. He doesn't want you to know it, but he's got a bigger heart that just keeps going no matter what they do to it, than almost any of us and wouldn't harm the whatchamacallit on a flea....well, unless it was a flea on his dog or cats.**bg**

Here's one I used to sing Morgan to sleep with when he was really little. He still likes to hear it:

Morgan, Morgan, Morgan Aurele,
Listen to your song,
Morgan, Morgan, Morgan Aurele
Night-time's come along.

And a rousing number for the car, with clapping hands when he was very young and getting impatient (i.e. needed distraction!)

We're almost there, we're almost there
Morgan you take care (etc. ad infinitum)

(Well, he liked simple repetition back then!)