As an adult, nursery rhymes take on a different meaning.
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Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Catch a tiger by the toe
If he hollers let him go,
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
My mother told me
To pick the very best one
And you are not it.
On Top of Spaghetti
On top of spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball
When somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table
And onto the floor,
And then my poor meatball
Rolled right out the door!
It rolled in a garden
And under a bush
Now my poor meatball
Was nothing but mush
The mush was as tasty
As tasty could be
Early next summer
It grew into a tree
The tree was all covered
With beautiful moss
It grew lovely meatballs
In a tomato sauce
So if you like spaghetti
All covered with cheese
Hold on to your meatballs
And DON’T EVER SNEEZE!
A-A-A-CHOO !!
It’s Raining It’s Pouring
It’s raining, it’s pouring;
The old man is snoring.
Bumped his head
And he went to bed
And he couldn’t get up in the morning.
Rain, rain, go away;
Come again another day;
Little Johnny wants to play.
There Was an Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.
She had so many children, she didn’t know what to do.
She gave them some broth,
Without any bread,
Whipped them all soundly, and sent them to bed.
GREEN EGGS AND HAM
By Dr. Seuss
I am Sam
I am Sam
Sam I am
That Sam-I-am!
Than Sam-I-am!
I do not like
that Sam-I-am!
Do you like
green eggs and ham?
I do not like them,
Sam-I-am.
I do not like
green eggs and ham….
Baa Baa Black Sheep
Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir,
Three bags full;
One for the master,
And one for the dame,
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.
Clap hands
Clap hands, clap hands,
Till Daddy comes home;
For Daddy’s got money
But Mommy’s got none.
Knick Knack Paddy Whack
This old man, he played one,
He played knick knack with his thumb,
With a
Knick, knack, paddy whack,
Give the dog a bone;
This old man came rolling home.
As I Was Going to St. Ives
As I was going to St. Ives,
I met a man with seven wives.
Each wife had seven sacks,
Each sack had seven cats,
Each cat had seven kits.
Kits, cats, sacks, and wives,
How many were going to St. Ives?
What are Little Boys Made Of?
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails,
And puppy dog tails,
That’s what little boys are made of.
What are Little Girls Made Of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice,
And everything nice,
That’s what little girls are made of.
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April 13th, 2008 at 7:28 pm
Hold on to your meatballs.
Don’t ever sneeze.
So true.
April 13th, 2008 at 10:43 pm
This is great! Would love to see Little Bunny Foo Foo!!
April 13th, 2008 at 10:48 pm
Very well done, at way cool!
April 13th, 2008 at 11:27 pm
Oh god, I lol’d so hard. Genius.
April 14th, 2008 at 7:15 pm
This was SO fantastic!!! Gonna use some of these tonight when I put my own little one to sleep
April 15th, 2008 at 5:40 am
i thought it was catch a nigger by the toe.
April 15th, 2008 at 11:25 am
BaaBaa Black Sheep should include separate bars on the graph for each bags to be invoiced to the indiviual who will receive it!
April 15th, 2008 at 11:45 am
Sam-I-am was the one promoting Green eggs and ham. It was the other nameless character who refused to eat them. Really enjoyed this post. That old lady in the shoe has been needing a visit from Family Services for a while!
April 15th, 2008 at 12:59 pm
Damned council officials using their heartless bureaucracy against frail old women who live in shoes.
April 15th, 2008 at 2:20 pm
Ryan, you are absolutely right! I reread the poem afterwards and began to think I had it wrong.
After seeing your comment, I contacted a local “storytime” authority to confirm it (thanks again bookbabe!).
Once she stopped laughing, she told me the nameless character is the one who did not like green eggs and ham, not Sam-I-Am.
I guess I should have paid better attention during storytime!
I’ve updated the chart.
April 16th, 2008 at 10:51 am
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April 18th, 2008 at 2:30 pm
interesting stuffs. poems are enjoyable. thumbs up buddy
April 18th, 2008 at 4:17 pm
[…] The “catch a tiger” flow chart is my favorite of these re-represented nursery rhymes. […]
April 19th, 2008 at 11:16 pm
This would be hilarious if it didn’t represent my day so well LOL. The flow chart is priceless.
April 20th, 2008 at 4:40 pm
It goes “eeny, meeny, miney, mo! catch a tiger by his toe! if he hollers, make him pay, 50 dollars, ever day!”
jeez, has no one heard the rhyme?
April 22nd, 2008 at 4:00 am
I loved it! But I thought it was, “Eeny, Meeny, Miney, Moe. Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers let him pay, Fifty dollars everyday.” I guess we all learned it differently because when I first learned it (before my mom got politically correct), it was as “ohhh racist” said.
April 22nd, 2008 at 3:18 pm
the St.Ives one is wrong. Its a trick question at the end., “as i was going to st. ives” — it never said anything about a man, his wives their cats, kits and or sacks going anywhere. only one person went.
April 22nd, 2008 at 3:19 pm
additionally, ill need a new form submitted in triplicate and on my desk by monday.
- thank you
April 24th, 2008 at 11:14 pm
Right! Only one person is going to St. Ives. The others are not.
Now that I look at it again, I didn’t list “a man” with the people not going.
I’ll see about getting it fixed by Monday.
As for “triplicate”.. does that mean I should make copies???
May 13th, 2008 at 3:02 pm
Actually the original for the first rhyme is ‘Grab a nigger by the toe’.
I can see you don’t want to publish that version though…
May 18th, 2008 at 7:42 pm
Arrest this creep he’s after your kids
May 19th, 2008 at 8:15 am
Keep `em! I’ve got enough kids.
July 8th, 2008 at 11:20 am
On top of Spaghetti, i neice loves that song. Even though she makes her own version. Its a cute song. Love the sign “Lost”.
May 31st, 2009 at 1:57 am
you’re all idiots.