I just had to share this with you, my sister invested in a nursery rhyme tape for my niece, oh the torture of it all. Isn't it time these babies were updated! The worst thing is I've found myself singing them! I find myself singing such treasures as....(Imagine sickly sweet far to happy cheery cheesy voice as you read these)
1 little, 2 little, 3 little Indians. 4 little, 5 little, 6 little Indians. 7 little, 8 little 9 little Indians. 10 little Indian boys!!!! ( My personal favourite, like what the hell?)
One, two, buckle my shoe,
Three, four, knock at the door,
Five, six, pick up sticks,
Seven, eight, lay them straight,
Nine, ten, a big fat hen,
Eleven, twelve, dig and delve.
Thirteen, fourteen, maids a-courting,
Fifteen, sixteen, maids in the kitchen.
Seventeen, eighteen, maids in waiting,
Nineteen, twenty, my plate’s empty.
Baby, baby, naughty baby,
Hush, you squalling thing, I say.
Peace this moment, peace, or maybe
Bonaparte will pass this way.
Baby, baby, he’s a giant,
Tall and black as Rouen steeple,
And he breakfasts, dines, rely on’t,
Every day on naughty people.
Baby, baby, if he hears you,
As he gallops past the house,
Limb from limb at once he’ll tear you,
Just as pussy tears a mouse.
And he’ll beat you, beat you,beat you,
And he’ll beat you all to pap,
And he’ll eat you, eat you, eat you,
Every morsel snap,snap,snap.
First the farmer sows his seeds
Then he stands and his ease;
Stamps his foot and claps his hands,
And turns him round to view his lands.
I realise these songs are basically teaching you things, in a nice fun far to happy way, but it's torture! There has to be better nursery rhymes out there! Or at least more up update ones! There really does.....or maybe we can make up our own!