I sing to Stella every day. The lyrics to my lullabies and nursery rhymes and dee-dah-lee-doos are mostly nonsense. Sleep-deprived-mother's-stream-of-consciousness nonsense. "Twinkle twinkle little star yes sir yes sir three bags full."
I'm not so sure it's the healthiest banter for her to grow up to but it will have to do. For now.
Anything to keep tinker bell happy. And anything to put her to sleep;)