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Our neighbors across the street have turned out to be really nice people and they got Riley a nursery rhyme book when she was born. I've been trying to read it to her as much as possible, despite the fact that she doesn't seem to have too much interest in it. Anywho, as I'm reading some of these nursery rhymes, I'm realizing how morbid and just plain not nice they are. Case in point...
First one is actually one I started singing to myself when I walked down the hall in my office building yesterday and noticed it was raining:
"It's raining, it's pouring.
The old man is snoring.
He went to bed,
And he bumped his head,
And he couldn't get up
In the morning!"
So...the poor old man fell out of bed and he'll soon be on the wrong side of 6' feet of dirt? And we're singing about it? Sadists...
"Rock-a-bye, baby,
On the treetop,
When the wind blows,
The cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks,
The cradle will fall.
And down will come baby,
Cradle and all."
So, first things first, why is the kid in a cradle at the top of a tree to begin with? Second of all, why are none of us concerned that the baby has fallen out of said cradle from the top of said tree?
"Dickery, dickery, dare,
The pig flew up in the air.
The man in brown
Soon brought him down!
Dickery, dickery, dare."
Now, I've never heard this one, although I'm being told that it's sometimes used as the second verse of Hickory, Dickory Dock. Anywho, the pig is flying and the man in brown shoots him down, I'm assuming? I like pork just as much as the next guy, but so much is supposed to happen once pigs really do fly - why do we want to keep all that from happening?? Plus, who are we to keep a good pig down?
"Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum!
I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he 'live or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread."
I think that one pretty much speaks for itself. Although, he names an Englishman specifically...why's it gotta be a racial thing?
"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."
All because he wouldn't say his prayers...I thought we came here to free ourselves from religious persecution.
"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."
When you get to the point where you have so many kids that you don't know what to do - get a TV in the bedroom or something...and stop having kids. Child abuse and neglect is just inexcusable.
There are probably more (Ring Around the Rosey is about bubonic plague), but you get my point...
First one is actually one I started singing to myself when I walked down the hall in my office building yesterday and noticed it was raining:
"It's raining, it's pouring.
The old man is snoring.
He went to bed,
And he bumped his head,
And he couldn't get up
In the morning!"
So...the poor old man fell out of bed and he'll soon be on the wrong side of 6' feet of dirt? And we're singing about it? Sadists...
"Rock-a-bye, baby,
On the treetop,
When the wind blows,
The cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks,
The cradle will fall.
And down will come baby,
Cradle and all."
So, first things first, why is the kid in a cradle at the top of a tree to begin with? Second of all, why are none of us concerned that the baby has fallen out of said cradle from the top of said tree?
"Dickery, dickery, dare,
The pig flew up in the air.
The man in brown
Soon brought him down!
Dickery, dickery, dare."
Now, I've never heard this one, although I'm being told that it's sometimes used as the second verse of Hickory, Dickory Dock. Anywho, the pig is flying and the man in brown shoots him down, I'm assuming? I like pork just as much as the next guy, but so much is supposed to happen once pigs really do fly - why do we want to keep all that from happening?? Plus, who are we to keep a good pig down?
"Fee! Fie! Foe! Fum!
I smell the blood of an Englishman.
Be he 'live or be he dead,
I'll grind his bones to make my bread."
I think that one pretty much speaks for itself. Although, he names an Englishman specifically...why's it gotta be a racial thing?
"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."
All because he wouldn't say his prayers...I thought we came here to free ourselves from religious persecution.
"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."
When you get to the point where you have so many kids that you don't know what to do - get a TV in the bedroom or something...and stop having kids. Child abuse and neglect is just inexcusable.
There are probably more (Ring Around the Rosey is about bubonic plague), but you get my point...