S. (age 4) got a boo-boo on Saturday, so after the immediate application of hugs and kisses, MRP tried some prescription-strength silliness to take the edge off. This included singing this little tune (or how we sing it Chez MRP anyway):
I’m picking up a baby bumblebee./Won’t my mommy be so proud of me?/I’m picking up a baby bumblebee./Oh no, he stung me!
S. usually sings the last line as “Oh no, he stinged me!” so that’s how I sang it.
MRP: I’m picking up a baby bumblebee/Oh no, he stinged me!
S.: Oh no, he stung me, Mommy. That’s how we say.