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Miss Suzie #2

Tuesday, November 29th, 2005

Miss Suzie had a baby,
she named it “Tiny Tim.”
She put it in the bathtub
to see if it could swim.

It drank up all the water,
it ate up all the soap.
It tried to eat the bathtub,
but it wouldn’t fit down his throat.

Miss Suzie called the doctor.
Miss Suzie called the nurse.
Miss Suzie called the lady
with the alligator purse.

In came the doctor.
In came the nurse.
In came the lady
with the alligator purse.

“Mumps,” said the doctor.
“Measles,” said the nurse.
“Nothing,” said the lady
with the alligator purse.

A dime for the doctor,
nickle for the nurse.
Nothing for the lady
with the alligator purse.

Out went the doctor.
Out went the nurse.
Out went the lady
with the alligator purse.

Miss Suzie #1

Tuesday, November 29th, 2005

Miss Suzie had a steam boat,
The steam boat had a bell.
Miss Suzie went to heaven
And the steam boat went to …

Hello operartor,
Please give me number 9
and if you disconnect me
I’ll cut off your …

Behind the refridgerator,
there was a piece of glass.
Miss suzie sat upon it
and cut her little …

Ask me no more questions,
Tell me no more lies.
The boys are in the girls room
pulling down their …

Flies are in the city,
Bees are in the park.
Miss suzie and her boyfriend
are kissing in the
D-A-R-K, D-A-R-K, D-A-R-K, dark

About the Rhyming Category

Tuesday, November 29th, 2005

In an attempt to think of things to amuse me with, mom and dad (well, mostly mom) have been reaching back into childhood memories, and augmenting those efforts with web searches to come up with various kids rhymes. From paddy cake to nursery rhymes to jump rope songs, kids love rhymes, and I’m sure I’ll be no different once my language skills mature to that point. In the meanwhile, I’m letting mom and dad post their reconstructed childhood rhymes here in my blog.

A Real Song

Friday, November 18th, 2005

Unlike the goofy little “songs” my parents made up for me, a friend of mine made up a real song. With lyrics, and a guitar melody, and everything. Once I can get it recorded digitally, I’ll post an MP3 (or OGG) of it here. In the meanwhile, enjoy the lyrics:

Sam’s Lullabye
by Clinton A. Johnston

One little sandman tiptoes up to our house.
Peeks through the window quiet as a care.
Slips in the living room
Jumps on the chair
Skips down the hallway and tips up the stairs
To find a little baby there.

And she doesn’t want to sleep.
She doesn’t want to sleep.
So much to do, so much company to keep
Such a new, wide, world buzzing in her head
Until the little sandman says,

“Who’s got this pretty little nose?
Who’s got these pretty little eyes?
Whose toes are these teeny little toes?
Who sighs these sleepy little sighs?
Who’s got this tiny little hand
To wave little; one little sandman says, goodnight.

Two little sandmen tiptoe up to our house.
Bow to each other, spill sand everywhere
Slip in the living room
Jump on the chair
Skip down the hallway and tip up the stairs
To find a little baby there.

And she doesn’t want to sleep.
She doesn’t want to sleep.
Squirming and worming, blankets in a heap,
So much fuss at the end of day
Until the little sandmen say,

“Who’s got this pretty little nose?
Who’s got these pretty little eyes?
Whose toes are these teeny little toes?
Who sighs these sleepy little sighs?
Who’s got this tiny little hand
To wave little; two little sandmen say, goodnight.

Three little sandmen tiptoe up to our house.
Build a little ladder out of moonbeams and air
Slip in the living room
Jump on the chair
Skip down the hallway and tip up the stairs
To find a little baby there.

And she can’t get to sleep.
She can’t get to sleep.
Too young for tea, too young to count sheep,
Too young to talk about it, doesn’t know the way,
And so the little sandmen say,

“Who’s got this pretty little nose?
Who’s got these pretty little eyes?
Whose toes are these teeny little toes?
Who sighs these sleepy little sighs?
Who’s got this pretty little nose?
Who’s got these pretty little eyes?
Whose toes are these teeny little toes?
Who sighs these sleepy little sighs?
Who’s got this tiny little hand
To wave little; three little sandmen say, goodnight.

One, two, three.
Go to sleep.
One, two, three.
Not a peep
One little, two little, thee little sandmen …
Say goodnight.