Many horror movies (and not a few action or suspense ones no doubt) use a previously cheerful song and make it darker in order to up the creep factor. There is, of course, a trope about it.. What’s a song or little rhyme that you find particularly chilling?
A similar thread from a few years back, just for interest.
There was a boy named Fred Who always stayed in bed And by and by they wondered why Til they found out he was dead.
He also loved to sing about grandma’s lye soap:
Do you remember Grandma’s Lye Soap? Good for everything, everything in the home And the secret was in the scrubbin’ It wouldn’t suds; It wouldn’t foam.
Mrs. O’Mally, Down in the valley Suffered from ulcers, I understand She swallowed a cake, of Grandma’s Lye Soap Now she’s got the cleanest ulcers in the land!
Little Herman and Brother Thurman Had an aversion to washing their ears Grandma scrubbed them with the Lye Soap And they haven’t heard a word in years.
So sing right out for grandma’s Lye Soap Good for everything in the home And the secret was in the scrubbin’ 'Cause it didn’t suds or foam.
So sing right out for Gramdma’s Lye Soap (Sing it loud and clear) Good for everything, everything in the place The pots and kettles, the dirty dishes And for the hands and for the face.
So I ended up fearing dying in bed, along with soap
That song is much worse than I remember! The nursery rhyme I remember went
The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out
Through your stomach and out your mouth
If you should see a worm go by
Be aware! It should die.
Today’s the day they give babies away with every pound of tea
You open the lid and out pops a kid with a lifetime guarantee
Today’s the day they give babies away with every pound of tea
So if you know any ladies who want any babies, send them on to me
Our 6th-grade teacher had us memorize this poem. I still remember some of the lines. It’s kind of creepy and probably very inappropriate for these days.
My mother sang that to me – along with a verse she made up, in which the mother caught the baby and the father then repaired the cradle attachments so it wouldn’t fall down again.
I heard the worms song in summer camp, and hated it.
My mother tolde me about a German kids book called Struwwelpeter and the one rhyme we both remembered (English translate) was about a boy named Augustus who refused to eat soup, wasted away, and died. Both I and my mom found that hilarious.
Solomon Grundy,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Took ill on Thursday,
Grew worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday,
That was the end,
Of Solomon Grundy.
It made life seem precarious indeed. Although I suppose it was a good way to teach kids the days of the week.