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[PunctureWounds]

^.^ lol That's one I've never heard before! What's it called?  

[LadyAmbrosia]

5 little monkey's jumping on the bed
One fell off and bumped his head
Momma called the doctor
The doctor seid;
"No more monkey's jumping on the bed"!  

[PunctureWounds]

Hickory, dickory, dock,
The mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
The mouse ran down!
Hickory, dickory, dock.

Dickery, dickery, dare,
The pig flew up in the air.
The man in brown
Soon brought him down!
Dickery, dickery, dare  

[CzArInA~OkAzAr]

The wheels on the bus
go round and round, round and round, round and round
the wheels on the bus
go round and round all through the town...  

[TintedShades]

Kamp

ring around the rosie
pocket full of posey
ashes, ashes,
we all found down.

Actually, it's not ashes, it's atchoo. This was a rhyme invented in the days of the plague. the posies would have been some sort of false remedy and we all fall down is the dying.  

[PunctureWounds]

TintedShades

Kamp

ring around the rosie
pocket full of posey
ashes, ashes,
we all found down.

Actually, it's not ashes, it's atchoo. This was a rhyme invented in the days of the plague. the posies would have been some sort of false remedy and we all fall down is the dying.

Well there are likely different versions, and I was aware of it being from the time of the plauge and such. The posies were actually what the rich people carried around in they're pockets, and sometimes up to their noses, because the smell of dying and dead people was so bad. And it could have been either atchoo or ashes, because they burned all the bodies after they died of the plauge, hence the ashes. wink  

[Pandalover263]

Wee willey winkey
Runs through the town
Upstairs and downstairs
In his nightgown

Prying through the windows
Crying through the locks,
"All the children in their beds
Now it's eight o'clock!
All the children in their beds
Now it's eight o' clock!"  

[Pandalover263]

PunctureWounds

TintedShades

Kamp

ring around the rosie
pocket full of posey
ashes, ashes,
we all found down.

Actually, it's not ashes, it's atchoo. This was a rhyme invented in the days of the plague. the posies would have been some sort of false remedy and we all fall down is the dying.

Well there are likely different versions, and I was aware of it being from the time of the plauge and such. The posies were actually what the rich people carried around in they're pockets, and sometimes up to their noses, because the smell of dying and dead people was so bad. And it could have been either atchoo or ashes, because they burned all the bodies after they died of the plauge, hence the ashes. wink

lol some people think that it's an urban legend, but it seems too accurate to be a coincidence... ^_^ My family is torn on that, I try not to bring it up  

[Pandalover263]

Ack, I had like four and now I can't remember them!!! AAAAAA! *runs into a wall*  

[TintedShades]

You are old, Father William


"You are old, father William," the young man said,
"And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head --
Do you think, at your age, it is right?"


"In my youth," father William replied to his son,
"I feared it would injure the brain;
But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again."


"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door --
Pray, what is the reason of that?"


"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,
"I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment -- one shilling the box --
Allow me to sell you a couple."


"You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak --
Pray, how did you manage to do it?"


"In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life."


"You are old," said the youth; "one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose --
What made you so awfully clever?"


"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
Said his father; "don't give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs!"

mrgreen  

[PunctureWounds]

lol You'll think of them Panda!!
Good one Tints! Hehe...


Goosey, goosey, gander,
Whither shall I wander?
Upstairs, and downstairs,
And in my lady's chamber.

There I met an old man
Who wouldn't say his prayers!
I took him by the left leg
And threw him down the stairs.  

[Ebere]

Babies are angels that fly to the earth,
their wings disappear at the time of their birth -
one look in their eyes and we're never the same;
They're part of us now and that part has a name;
That part is your heart and a bond that won't sever -
our Babies are Angels, we love them forever.
heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart heart

 

[PunctureWounds]

^.^ Awwww! emo


Fiddle dee dee, fiddle dee dee,
The fly has married the bumblebee.
They went to the church,
And married was she.
The fly has married the bumblebee.  

[Rhiannen]

"Pussycat pussycat, where have you been?"
"I've been up to London to visit the Queen."
"Pussycat pussycat, what did you dare?"
"I frightened a little mouse under her chair"
"MEOWW!"

The origin of this rhyme dates back to 16th century England. One of the waiting ladies of Queen Elizabeth had an old cat which roamed throughout Windsor castle. On one particular occasion the cat ran beneath the throne where its tail brushed against the Queen's foot, startling her. This made her laugh and she allowed the cat to wander about the throne room. I just liked Meowing loudly when I was little. 4laugh  

[PunctureWounds]

Hey that's really neat, Rhiannen! I hope you come back and give us some more interesting facts about nusary rhymes!


Hush-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.

Hush-a-bye, baby,
Your cradle is green,
Daddy's a king,
And Mommy's a queen;
Sister's a lady
Who wears a gold ring;
Brother's a drummer
Who plays for the king.

Hush-a-bye, baby,
Way up on high,
Never mind, baby,
Mommy is nigh,
Swinging the baby
All around --
Hush-a-bye, baby,
Up hill and down