"If it rains on my parade, i'll just sing in it."
Have you wondered why nursery rhymes are so brutal?
I am tired. Sometimes, i just don't see how people can be so convicted about things they don't understand. Everyone is selfish. Everyone only wants to blame everyone else. I guess i was wrong. I guess you're no different. I think i'm tired of pretending. I'm ready for it. Come on, bring it.
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
(That's nice. Sing that to your baby to put her to sleep :) )
Jack & Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down & broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after
(based on the beheading of King Louis XVI and his wife who well, came tumbling after)
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
And all of the king's horses and all the king's men
Had omelette for dinner that night again
( i know there are variations. But he dies anyway )
Georgie Porgie, puddings and pie
Kissed the girls and made them cry
And when the boys came out to play
Georgie Porgie ran away
( i always wondered about the innate need to ostracise and sexually harass.)
Little Bo Peep has lost her sheep
And doesn't know where to find them
Leave them alone & they'll come home
Bringing their tails behind them
Little Bo Peep fell fast asleep
And dreamt she heard them bleating
But when she awoke, she found it a joke,
For they were all still fleeting
Then sup she took her little crook
Determined for to find them
She found them indeed, but it made her heart bleed
For they left their tails behind them
It happened one day, as Bo Peep did stray
Into a meadow hard dry
There she espied their tails side by side
All hung on a try to dry
She heaved a sigh, and wiped her eye,
And over the hillocks went rambling
And tried what she could
As a sheperdess should
To tack again each to its lambkin.
(When a kid finally understands this poem, she'll never see Toy Story the same way again)
Ring a ring o' rosies
A pocket full of posies
We all fall down!
( Symptoms of the bubonic plague: red rashes and violent sneezing. Death rate 60%)
I wonder, what to people try to achieve by subjecting their children to this? They're likely too young to understand and the parents hardly ever bother explaining them anyway.
'A scar away from falling apart'