Who ever composed this song deserves to be tortured, for a very, very long time. And by torture I mean listening to Gremlin singing, over and over and over again.
There are probably 6 million songs to this tune, and I'm pretty sure Gremlin knows them all.
You know how parenting and pregnancy magazines tell you to sing to your children, that they love the sound of your voice and that it helps their development blah, blah blah. Well it's all lies. It's just other parents trying to get your brats to sing the same songs their brats sing so that someone else can feel their pain.
I'm so sick of his singing. I love him, I really do, but I really don't care about the whereabouts of "Thumbkin"