Jeannie Bruenning Author

Glow Little Glow Worm

As we sat on the front porch watching the sunset, which by the way was fabulous, we were discussing a new author who we have fondly nicknamed Glowboy.  With so many references to the word GLOW, I began singing “Glow Little Glow Worm”, a song I learned in my early teens. My husband joined in and we sang one of the few duets we will ever sing. As we got to the end of the song, Austyn, our daughter, looked at us as if we had lost it.

“Are those the word to the song?” she asked.

“Yes.” I said confidently, “It’s what we were taught.”

I started the lyrics again, Jeff promptly joined me and Austyn shook her head and laughed.

Glow little Glow Worm glimmer glimmer

I know a guy that could be slimmer

Teeth bashed in and hair peroxided

In the moonlight he’s cross eye-ed

Ruffles on his panties

Blowing in the breezes

Just to show off his knock-kneezes

But I don’t care what people say

I love _(enter the name of your true love)_ anyway.

I figured I should do some research since I was now questioning myself.  I wanted to confirm what I had learned was accurate. Come to find out someone sold me the wrong lyrics. I’ve read the history of the song, listened to a few YouTube renditions. The real words are a bit odd, actually a little boring. It’s funny that I think the real lyrics are odd.

This made me wonder how many other wrong lyrics in life I have been sold.  I’m guessing several. I am aware of hundreds that I have had to research, rethink and relearn. I am certain that I will be sold many more. I can’t stop it from happening. I can’t stop believing. I can’t become one of those individuals who are unable to trust anyone; who are suspicious, assuming everyone is out to get me.

What I can do is a little research and decide for myself what is true. If I don’t do that, I am the fool who blindly believes. There is no rule that says I have to believe what is true. I can believe what I want; but in doing so I become the fool.

As far as “Glow Little Glow Worm” is concerned, I choose to be foolish. I like the lyrics I was sold. I called my mother and asked if she remembered the lyrics and she did, but they were the real ones. She pulled the parent excuse, “I did not know you were singing it that way.” I called my sister to have her sing the song to me. She also was sold the wrong lyrics.

The wrong lyrics made us laugh. The fact that they aren’t real made us laugh more. I’m sticking with the wrong lyrics. There are too many things in this life that do matter; areas in our life that we can’t be foolish. “Glow Little Glow Worm” is not one of them.

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