Such Bible stories as David and Goliath (Dave and the Giant Pickle) and Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego
(Rack, Shack, and Benny) have been introduced in 1990s-born children.
The flames are so intense that the king's henchmen are burned up, but Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego don't even break into a sweat.
Those are the real names of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, the names the three men had back in Israel before they and their people were marched away into captivity by the Babylonian King Nebuchadnezzar and given new identities as slaves.
This is a fine point--especially for a child hearing about Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego for the first time.
Part of the fun of MacGimsey's song is that it's built around three such unlikely words: Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego. (Another song from that era, also seemingly written on a dare, had the refrain of "Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe.") Even more, the delight rises out of the song's childlike joy.
That's what makes the story of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego so alluring to children.
Sure, God took care of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, protecting them from the flames and even sending to them, in the heart of the furnace, "a coolness such as wind and dew will bring." But that isn't how it works in real life.
On other nights after Dynamo and Daniel's God delivered us from the lion's den, rescued Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego
from the fiery furnace, saved Joseph from the evil jealousy of his brothers and the treachery of Potiphar's wife, parted the Red Sea for Moses and the Hebrew children, helped Joshua fight the battle of Jericho, and guided Harriet Tubman and Black slaves to freedom, we knew once and for all that our God--the God of our parents and grandparents and their parents and our preachers and church elders--was mighty indeed and able to deflect any threat or overcome any injustice however hard or impossible the odds appeared to our puny human eyes.