I still think of my sister Nancy as the little redheaded girl darting about. My other sister Cindy wrote a song when she was 7 years old. It was called "Pilly, Pilly, Polly, Poo". It went like this: "Oh, Pilly Pilly Polly Poo Oh Pilly Pilly Polly Poo When the answer is spread I suppose I'll be dead Said Pilly Pilly Polly Poo Verse 2 When I'm in the grave
I'll be with Dave Verse 3 When I'm in heaven I'll be 97 " Did you pick up the Death theme? All this to a very jaunty and rousing tune,and we still sing it. A bit morbid for a 7 year old but Cindy was a deep thinker.