When I wrote that title on a post yesterday, I kept hearing my mother singing a song. I only remember one line: “Fiddle dee dee. Fiddle dee dee. The Fly has married the Bumbles Bee. Would you marry me sweet Bumble bee and live with me in yonder tree?”
That tune has been going around and around in my head for 24 hours. Finally, I typed it into Google and up it came.
When I was little, my mother never read nursery rhymes. She sang them to me. Those songs are stuck in my head — often, like this one, just pieces without the whole song.
It’s a nursery rhyme. My mother sang it to me and though her words weren’t identical, the melody is identical. And now, you too can have an ear worm just like mine!
Fiddle dee dee 🎶