I was a rough night. Lex was up nearly every hour, crying her heart out. At about 5am, I was feeding her, and for some reason "Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match," came into my head. My exhausted brain made the leap from there to "Fishmonger, fishmonger, mong me a fish." That got me wondering if "mong" was even a word. Well, it is. Kind of-- it's slang in Britain for a foolish person. So, I don't think you can really mong someone a fish.
A writer writes.
A player plays.
A teacher teaches.
So naturally a monger should mong. But they don't.
Morals of the story:
#1- Sometimes, words don't follow the rules. Welcome to linguistics.
#2- You're never going to think of that song the same again, right?
#3- This whole moving thing is making me crazy.