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Hickory DIckory Dock and Other Nursery Rhymes

October 29th 2006 23:40
“Hickory, dickory dock, three mice ran up the clock, the clock struck one, and the other two escaped with minor injuries.” – Unknown

Didn’t you just love those old nursery rhymes we learned when we were little? The weird thing is, you repeated them so often they’re just drilled into your brain! Could you recite Eency Weency Spider, The Ants Go Marching One By One, or Hey Diddle Diddle, The Cat and the Fiddle?

Or what about Ring-a-ring o’ Roses which was actually about The Black Plague of the 1600’s? "Ring-a-ring o' roses" refers to the rosy colored rash one would get – an early symptom of the plague. "Pocket full of posies" refers to the medicine and herbs people carried in their pockets to prevent the plague. “Atishoo! Atishoo! We all fall down" are the last sneezes of the person and their collapse as they fell down and died.



Can you also recall those hand-clap things you used to do with someone else?:

“Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack.
All dressed in black, black, black.
With silver buttons, buttons, buttons,
All down her back, back, back.
She asked her mother, mother, mother,
For fifty cents, cents, cents,
To seen the elephants, elephants, elephants,
Jump the fence, fence, fence.
They jumped so high, high, high,
They touched the sky, sky, sky,
They never came back, back, back,
Till the end of July, July, July.”

Or there was My Aunty Anna who played the Pianna, or C.C my playmate. Good times! They surely did pass the time at little lunch. But I can’t seem to remember if the boys participated in these hand clap games. I know boys nowadays don’t join in purely because it’s not seen as a very macho activity, i.e. it’s ‘sissy’. Are there any guys out there who aren’t afraid to admit the good times they had clapping hands with a partner and singing songs?
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Comment by Adele

October 29th 2006 23:57
I remember those clap games. They were stopped at my school when a particular gained popularity. I can only remember one bit of it: "Behind the 'frigerator, there was a piece of glass. Miss Lucy slipped upon it and broke her little Ask me no more questions..." The lascivious nature of the rhyme got us fourth graders in lots of trouble.

Comment by RachDegab

October 30th 2006 03:23
That sounds similar to this one: Aunty mary, had a canary she also had a duck. She took it behind the kitchen wall and taught it how to.. Fried eggs for breakfast, fried eggs for tea. The more you eat the more you drink the more you want to.. Peter had a boat...

I loved that song!

RachDegab

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