Childhood rhymes etc

Childhood rhymes etc

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    Childhood rhymes etc

    Ever find you remember something from way back in childhood - poem, rhyme etc. I guess many have nursery rhymes still memorized and if have or had kids, then they get another refresh.

    Other stuff tho? For some reason other day when wife and I discussing weather - this one, from a kid's book of poems which I have long mislaid -

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    Whether the weather be fine,
    Or whether the weather be not.
    Whether the weather be cold,
    Or whether the weather be hot.

    We'll weather the weather,
    Whatever the weather.
    Whether we like it or not!
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    Best recited fast
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    I remember from my childhood (the second)...and learned scholar ExSoldier:

    "Two in the chest, and
    One in the head,
    make sure the bad guys,
    really, really <Stopped>"

    You're right...Where does those come from? I can still recite, darsh-near verbatim, "Twas the Night Before Christmas". Read it to two little ones every Christmas season for several years...LOL.......

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    Ahh Richard yes - a wonderful one tho not one i could recite thru from memory but here it is in full for nostalgia' sake.

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    THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
    by Clement Clarke Moore


    'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

    Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;



    The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

    In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;


    The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

    While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;

    And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,

    Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

    When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

    I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

    Away to the window I flew like a flash,

    Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

    The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow

    Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,

    When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,


    But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

    With a little old driver, so lively and quick,

    I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

    More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

    And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

    "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!

    On, Comet! on Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!

    To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

    Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

    As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

    When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,

    So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

    With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.


    And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

    The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

    As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,

    Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

    He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

    And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;

    A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

    And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

    His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

    His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

    His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

    And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

    The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

    And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

    He had a broad face and a little round belly,

    That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

    He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

    And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

    A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

    Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

    He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

    And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,

    And laying his finger aside of his nose,

    And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

    He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

    And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.


    But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

    "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
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    Goodnite, sleep tight, don't let the bed bugs bite, and if they do, hit em with a shoe, and eat em in the morning for bed bug stew.

    All my kids know it by heart.
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    Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
    Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
    All the kings horses and all the kings men
    Said "F_ _ _ him! - he's only a damn egg!"


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    Analytical View of Nursery Rhymes

    "Jack and Jill

    Went up the hill

    To fetch a pail of water.

    Jack fell down

    And broke his crown

    And Jill came tumbling after.

    Up Jack got

    And home did trot

    As fast as he could caper

    Went to bed

    And plastered his head

    With vinegar and brown paper."

    This nursery rhyme raises many troubling questions:

    1) Isn't it rather unusual for a water source to be located at the top of a hill?

    2) Is it wise to send children on this water-collection errand when the hill in question is clearly perilously steep to the point that a misstep could result in a skull fracture?

    3) Did Jill make any attempt to call 911 after seeing the extent of Jack's injuries?

    4) Did Jill attempt to administer first aid to Jack or attempt to keep him immobile until emergency medical personnel arrived?

    5) Is the state attorney's office aware that, a mere week before Jack's "accident," Jill took out a $1 million insurance policy on Jack's life and made herself the beneficiary?

    6) Was it not Jill who poured unsterilized vinegar into Jack's open head wound, causing Jack to have violent seizures before lapsing into a coma from which he would never awaken?

    7) Was it not Jill who wrapped Jack's head in brown paper as a means of concealing the potentially fatal nature of his wounds and, at the same time, deflecting any inquiry into her possible culpability?

    8) Why were investigators unable to put 2 and 2 together when, six months later, they disinterred Jack's body from its shallow grave in the woods and found it lacking a head?

    9) Is Jill (who now calls herself Nancy) enjoying her new life in Cancun?

    10) Where's the National Enquirer when you need it?

    But "Jack and Jill" is a model of compassion compared with other nursery rhymes. I am speaking, specifically, of "Rock-a-Bye Baby":

    Rock-a-bye, baby,

    in the tree top.

    When the wind blows,

    the cradle will rock.

    When the bough breaks,

    the cradle will fall,

    And down will come baby,

    cradle and all.

    This is certainly a pleasant image to drill into a young child's mind just before she nods off to sleep. Besides the sheer Stephen-Kingian horror of the nursery rhyme, it might also lead to some trust issues as the child comes to realize that she is being raised by parents who see nothing wrong with balancing an infant's cradle on the limb of a swaying tree.

    And don't get me started on the farmer's wife in "Three Blind Mice."

    That woman's just sick, that's all.

    Just plain sick.

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    QK, it seems that your law training is breaking forth on us, Bless your heart.

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    This is soooooo true to me.
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    McDonald's is my kinda place,
    hamburgers in your face, french fries up your nose,
    dill pickles between your toes,
    and don't forget those delicious shakes, they taste like polluted lakes,
    McDonald's is my kinda place...

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    Ah, yes. The little things we commit to memory:

    The was an old hen
    And she had a wooden leg
    And every d---ed morning
    She laid another egg.
    She was the best d---ed chicken
    On the whole d---ed farm
    And another little drink
    Wouldn't do us any harm!

    Recite as fast as possible:

    Oh, I'm not the pheasant-plucker
    I'm the pheasant-plucker's son
    I'm only plucking pheasants
    'til the pheasant-plucker comes.

    And if that wasn't enough:

    Oh, I'm not the pheasant-plucker
    I'm the pheasant-plucker's wife
    And when we pluck together
    It's a pheasant-plucking life!
    Cheers,
    Rod
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    Quote Originally Posted by QKShooter
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    That woman's just sick, that's all. Just plain sick.
    How about those Brothers Grimm?

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