Mary, Mary, quite contrary
how does your garden grow?
with silver bells and cockle shells
and pretty maids all in a row.
I used to know a lot of the banal stuff of kiddie streets when I lived in
England as a 'nipper'; forgotten them now, although my mother wrote some of
them down for posterity; and my friend Paul taught me the English Coutry
Garden one.
KS
2008/12/20 Dominic Fox <[log in to unmask]>
> Dinner, dinner, dinner, dinner,
> dinner, dinner, dinner, dinner,
> Batman!
>
> Ran across a motorway,
> a lorry came the other way -
> Flatman!
>
> * * *
>
> One unspeakably revolting one that begins:
>
> Scooby-dooby-doo
> did a poo
> and Shaggy thought it was chocolate...
>
> (I've never heard the remainder, as any child who starts singing it in
> adult company gets shushed PDQ)
>
> * * *
>
> Postman Pat,
> Postman Pat,
> Postman Pat ran over his cat.
>
> Blood and guts went flying,
> Postman Pat was crying,
> now he is a very unhappy man.
>
> (many variants of this, one particularly grim one ends "now he's got
> red wheels to match his van", another moralises "that will teach him
> not to drink and drive", yet another "got done by the RSPCA")
>
> * * *
>
> More scat:
>
> What do you do, if you want to do a poo
> in an English Country Garden?
>
> Pull down your pants and suffocate the ants
> in an English Country Garden.
>
> Get a little spade and bury what you made
> in an English Country Garden.
>
> Dig a little hole and fertilize a mole
> in an English Country Garden.
>
> Make them hold their noses when you duck behind the roses
> in an English Country Garden.
>
> * * *
>
> There was one about diarhhoea, but I've happily forgotten it.
>
> Dominic
>
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