I wish I could say I grew up on Edward Gorey cartoons. That would be Goth as Fuck. I didn’t, though, beyond a brief acquaintance with the Gashlycrumb Tinies. No, I grew up on Maurice Sendak, whose work was much more colorful but also had a nice streak of darkness. I grew up on In the Night Kitchen and Where the Wild Things Are, and I still know most of the Really Rosie soundtrack by heart. Every once in a while, on random nights like tonight, it pops back into my head. This time, I thought I’d share.

My favorite song was Pierre, about a shitty little kid that gets eaten by a lion. Don’t worry, he lives.

Then there’s the Ballad of Chicken Soup, who choked on a chicken bone. This one did die.

Yeah, Rosie has a flair drama. What else would you expect from a girl who wants to play Mrs. Dracula?