It’s amazing how out of touch I felt at nursery rhyme time at a local library yesterday.
Sure, I know all of the ‘classics’ such as Grand Old Duke of York, Hickory Dickory Dock and Row Row Row the Boat, but over the years since I was a kid they seem to have evolved.
For example, we started with Baa Baa Pink Sheep. Yes, that’s right, Pink Sheep. In what world was Baa Baa a Pink sheep? Has the world gone mad with political correctness that it had to change from a black to a pink sheep? Although I have to admit that I do prefer the pink sheep version (have you any spots), although in this mad world of political correctness, surely that’s now discriminating against those with acne… or people with chicken pox. Or actually, come to think about it, it’s most likely hand foot and mouth, as the sheep has spots on his fingers, toes and nose. Poor Pink Sheep…. he’s probably pink as he’s covered in calamine lotion from all those spots.
Anyway, there were countless songs in the half hour that the ‘leader’ asked if we all knew – most of which I didn’t. Or when I did know a song, such as Hickory Dickory Dock, I really didn’t remember the second and third verses.
Nor did I realise that there were so many potential verses for row row row the boat…. which now also includes rowing to the park. My husband pointed out later that it would be quite hard to row to a park until I pointed out that maybe a river runs through it, meaning that you could moor your boat. We may be over thinking this a little.
I don’t think I’ll be feeling out of touch for long… I’m sure I’ll find myself humming along to one very soon. And so it begins…
Thinking of all these nursery rhymes also got me thinking of my childhood and clapping games. I loved a good clapping game – I love them even more so now because I know that my husband doesn’t see the point in them. We’ve had a good few discussions on why hand clapping games are so awesome or in his opinion, not so awesome.
It reminded me of a hand clapping game that we used to sing at school… but when I remember the lyrics, they now seem very VERY odd as an adult, but we didn’t even second guess them as a child.
Here are they lyrics. I’d love to know if you recognise it, or if you remember any odd lyrics to childhood songs that look odd now as an adult!
I went to the Chinese restaurant,
To buy a loaf of bread bread bread,
He wrapped it up in a five pound note,
And this is what he said said said,
My name is…
Pom Pom Poodle,
Willy Willy Whiskers,