Scared Silly

When I was a child, my mom sang me a lullaby that included the line:
"May angels up above
watch over you, my love
and send their guiding light
until the dawn breaks through."

A lovely sentiment, but I didn't know what a "dawn" was - and use to have nightmares about the dawn "breaking through" and collapsing onto the angels. Classic misinterpretation.

I am realizing now that one doesn't have to be such a catastrophic thinker as myself in order to have the daylights-scared-out-of-you by a children's rhyme.
. . . when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall, and down will come baby, cradle and all.
. . . he went to bed and bumped his head and couldn't wake up in the morning.
. . . the elephant sneezed, and fell to his knees, and that was the end of the monk.
Falling babies, old men in comas, and monkeys being crushed to death - sheesh!