Please tell me that I’m not the only one who, when reading Goodnight Moon, can’t just say, “And a quiet old lady who was whispering hush.” because Deep Purple is carved into my neurons like four presidents are carved into the South Dakota granite of Mt. Rushmore.
3B will always think that the story goes a little something like this, “And a quiet old lady who was whispering, doo dee dee doo doo doo doo doo doo, huuush, huuush,
Thought I heard her calling my name now
I need her loving and I’m not to blame now
They got it early in the morning!
They got it late in the evening!
Well, I want that, need it!
Oh, I gotta gotta have it!”