I love that "nursery rhymes" are concatenations of words that seldom rhyme, and often have no discernable rhythm. One of the daughters of the Rossetti (sp?) Family wrote tons of sweet nursery rhymes. When examined closely, they are dark little ruminations on infant death, childhood tragedy, and how a mother cat can have such pretty ways if,(from a christian standpoint,) she doesn't have a soul. Wonderful, creepy stuff. Hey, as I was writing this, a friend called from Portland to tell me that he just found a can of strawberry-flavoured Pulque. It seems to be some sort of agave-based soft drink. He wonders whether he should drink it or not. He wants to, but he is afraid he might have disturbing dreams about your character, Pulque.
Oh, please, PLEASE, good gentlemen! If any of you have access to that teacher's book - or know how to contact the author of that little ditty - let us know!
The ditty was a favorite of my grandfather (who was first-generation American born 100% Swede) which he liked to quote on the odd occasion. He has passed on now and the whole family is still wondering where he got it from. We would so much like to put this familial puzzle to rest!
Sometimes a fella can.He jump...up,up he jump.Spinning,falling,what can that fella do?
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That reminds me of a poem which I can only paraphrase from memory... if anyone knows what it is or where it came from I'd like to find out:
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When he jump he almost fly.
When he stand he almost sit.
When he sit he sit on what he don't have to sit on!
WHAMP!!!
ReplyDeleteIt seems to be an old nursery rhyme.
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When he stand he sit almost;
When he hop he fly almost.
He ain't got no sense hardly;
He ain't got no tail hardly either.
When he sit, he sit on what he ain't got almost.
--MC
As usual, MC knows everything. I'll shake your hand on Wednesday, sir.
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ReplyDeleteI love that "nursery rhymes" are concatenations of words that seldom rhyme, and often have no discernable rhythm. One of the daughters of the Rossetti (sp?) Family wrote tons of sweet nursery rhymes. When examined closely, they are dark little ruminations on infant death, childhood tragedy, and how a mother cat can have such pretty ways if,(from a christian standpoint,) she doesn't have a soul. Wonderful, creepy stuff.
ReplyDeleteHey, as I was writing this, a friend called from Portland to tell me that he just found a can of strawberry-flavoured Pulque. It seems to be some sort of agave-based soft drink. He wonders whether he should drink it or not.
He wants to, but he is afraid he might have disturbing dreams about your character, Pulque.
What a fine bird the frog are
ReplyDeletewhen he jumps he nearly flies almost
he has no tail a t'all, hardly...
Written in Ireland by a young Irish student critized by teachers and, until this, thought to be simple.
Beautiful, AND, factually brilliant.
I was told it was published in a
county Clare, Ireland teacher's manual, and the author resides in England. Paul(the piper)told me this and knows him.
Oh, please, PLEASE, good gentlemen! If any of you have access to that teacher's book - or know how to contact the author of that little ditty - let us know!
ReplyDeleteThe ditty was a favorite of my grandfather (who was first-generation American born 100% Swede) which he liked to quote on the odd occasion. He has passed on now and the whole family is still wondering where he got it from. We would so much like to put this familial puzzle to rest!
I love this. It's not nearly often enough I'm prompted to ask "is that dresser smiling?"
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