Why is the sky blue?
Why does the lizard shed its skin?
Why am I a girl and not a bird?
Does God love even me? (Yes, of course, dear.) Why?
Why do we sleep?
Why do I like to play?
Why are you sick?
Am I going to get those germs, too? (I hope not.) Why?
And all day long, I hum to myself a little rhyme.
Warum, warum ist die Banane krumm?About as meaningless to you as it is intended to be in German, but translated:
Puddin' n' tainNot sure what I would have thought if she answered my numerous other questions by inquiring about the general shape of bananas, but it seems to be the only suitable answer to the 500th "Why?" of the day.
Ask me again
I'll tell you the same
But I still don't know what a Puddin' n' tain is supposed to be.