Please excuse this dumb thread, but I kinda wonder if some of you might recall these little chants when you were young kids: One two, buckle my shoe, Three four, close the door, Five six, pick up sticks, Seven eight, lay them straight, Nine ten, a big fat hen. or Liar Liar, pants on fire, Nose as long as a telephone wire. or Step on a crack, Break your mother's back. or Happy birthday to you, You live in a Zoo, You look like a monkey, And you smell like one too. Any others? Hal
Susie and Johnny sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G. First comes love, then comes marriage. Here comes Susie with a baby carriage.
There were quite a few for jumping rope and the fancy pat a cake that girls did. Also ones for picking people for a team. When you put your foot in and a little ditty was said .... Those are too numerous for me to post. But hers a short one. I see London, I see France I see Chrissy’s underpants! Are they Blue Are they pink? PU, do they stink!!
..and loads of rhymes for playing ball too... BTW Hal in your first rhyme, second line for us was always ..3 , 4 knock on the door... I was raised in Scotland so all the songs from childhood are in Scottish or Irish vernacular This was always sung to my brother Allan ( athough we kids used to sing it in the playground skipping ropes too) Ally, Bally, Ally Bally Bee Sitting on your mammy's knee Greetin' for a wee baw-bee To buy some Coulter's Candy ..then there was this.....sung to the tune of '' she'll be coming round the mountain when she comes'' Ye cannae shove yer granny aff a bus Ye cannae shove yer granny Fur she’s yer mammy’s mammy Ye cannae shove yer granny aff a bus. ...then this Wee Willie Winkie rins through the toun Up stairs and doon stairs in his nicht-goun, Tirling at the window, crying at the lock, ‘Are the weans in their bed, for it’s now ten o’clock?’
oh I remember another favourite rhyme... Not last night but the night before Three wee Monkeys came to the door, One had a fiddle, one had a drum And one had a pancake stuck to his bum!
How about this one? Mine eyes have seen the Glory of the burning of the school We’ve tortured all the teachers and we’ve broke the golden rule We broke into the office and shot the principal Us brats go marching on. This one had many versions.
One more about school... Schools out, schools out Teacher let the monkeys out One went east One went west One flew over the cuckoos nest.
Oh, I had forgotten that one. Ours continued on to: Glory, glory hallelujah! Teacher hit me with a ruler. So I hit her on the bean with a rotten tangerine, and the juice went running down.