The New Mother Goose

I have thought of this for a while. It will take more authors than I and we will all be anonymous....compile a new Goose book with new rhymes that fit more into this time and age.

You all know the old rhymes. I hope.

Love,
Betty

Can't think of a single one.

Dick,
you've got to know at least one. How about, "Antlers in the tree top, but who goosed the moose."
Sorry Betty, I just couldn't resist.

At least "Mary had a little Lamb" should be recognized by Dick.

I do remember "Mary had a little lamb." Something comes after that but I don't recall it.

Dick Stodghill wrote:

I do remember "Mary had a little lamb." Something comes after that but I don't recall it.

"It's fleece was white as snow."

... and everywhere that Mary went,
the lamb was sure to go.

"It followed her to school one day"

which was against the rule

Ann

It made the children laugh and play
to see a lamb at school.

Well Abe, you really started something. Satisfied?

Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater
Had a wife but couldn't keep her

Put her in a pumpkin shell

and there he kept her very well.

Betty, there certainly needs to be some updating of these rhymes, especially this one. What was he thinking?

Little Jack Horner sat in his corner

Ann

Dear Carol,
I am glad you see what I mean.

Like you say, "Now Is Once Upon A Time" and all these old rhymes are no longer on the cutting edge, so to speak, hahahahah.

We need new stuff, and a new book. Everone could put their name on their poem. Suppose each of us took up one old Goose rhyme and did it over.

My David never learned these rhymes except Little Jack Horner and that was because they made him play the part in a kindergarten play. But, I lived and breathed these rhymes in cadence and they comforted me with their rhythm in my hard times. It is only in my adult years that I wondered what they all meant, if anything.

David just came in here and laughed his behind off. As he walked away, he said he had heard of Jack rolling down a hill.

Ahhhhh. I think I have a smile cramp in my face!

Love,
Betty

Dear Ann,
See how your threory works. You and I post about Little Jack at the same moment!

You know that David never understood why he sat in that corner and what in the Hell was a Christmas Pie! He did know what a plumb was. I am sure that poem has bewildered him his whole life.

Love,
Betty

I never heard the part about the Christmas pie... the one I heard (or read - can't remember) was :

Little Jack Horner sat in his corner
Eating his puddin' n' pie
He stuck in his thumb and pulled out a plum
and said, "What a good boy am I"

After all these years I don't know which are Mother Goose, Grimm's or another. Many of them had a moral value, but some were pretty gruesome and nightmare material.

Mother Goose had no moral, no message, nothing dismal, just little rhyming poems.

The brothers Grimm were the best of their time. They had mystery, fear, gruesome, magic and fantasy all in one. The only one who has surpassed their technique is J. R. R. Tolkien.

He has it all. Dwarves, Elves, magic stones, dragons, gold, treasures, and caves. Tolkien figured it all out, constructed his own earth of old. He was genius.

Many authors have thought they could do the same, but they do not spend the time to create their world like Tolkien did. He is unique.

Mother Goose is baby rhyming.

Little Boy Blue
Come Blow Your Horn
The Cows Are In The Meadow
The Sheep Are In The Corn.

One, Two.
Buckle My Shoe


Love,

Betty

Dear Betty,

I googled it
Yes I did
And not one rhyme
From me was hid

From Jack and Jill
To Little Bo Peep
I read them all
Till I fell asleep

Dear Phil,

These old rhymes are dear to me. I wish I do make them fresh. My Grands do not know these rhymes.

Some things just warm you up. I post here one of those poems just for you. It is the rocking kind of cadence of these poems that etch them into your mind like music. Music is a powerful force.




Winkin', Blinkin' And Nod


The Simon Sisters lyrics


Winkin` and Blinkin` and Nod one night
Sailed off on a wooden shoe
Sailed down a river of crystal light
Into a sea of dew

Now where are you going and what do you wish
The old moon asked the three
Well we`re going out fishing for Herring fish
That live in the beautiful sea

And some silver and gold have we
Said Winkin` and Blinkin` and Nod
The old moon laughed and sang a song
As they rocked in their wooden shoe

And the wind that sped them all night long
Ruffled the waves of dew
While the little stars were the Herring fish
That lived in the beautiful sea

Now cast your nets where ever you wish
Never afeared are we
So sang the stars to the fishermen three
Winkin` and Blinkin` and Nod

All night long their nets they threw
To the stars in the twinkling foam
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe
Bringing the fishermen home

T`was all so pretty a sight it seemed
As if it could not be
And some folks thought t`was a dream they dreamed
Of sailing the beautiful sea

But I shall name you the fishermen three
Winkin` and Blinkin` and Nod
Now Winkin` and Blinkin` are two little eyes
And Nod is a little head
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee ones trundle bed

So close your eyes while mother sings
Of the beautiful sights that be
And you will see the wonderful things
As you rock in your misty sea
Where the old moon rocked the fishermen three
Winkin` and Blinkin` and Nod

Love,
betty

Sing a song of sixpence
A pocket full of rye

Little Miss Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow
Snakes and snails and puppy dog tails
And one damn big old egg plant.

Four and twenty black birds
Baked into a pie

When the pie was opened
the birds began to sing

Dear Shelagh,
These are rhymes from your country. Here in the States, no one has ever improved upon them. Mostly, children have no idea what they mean because if they ever had a Pease Porrage they never knew it. I am not sure how to spell porrage because no one I ever knew ate it. Maybe it is oatmeal. It is like going back to the times of Charles Dickens and seeing the coats they put out to pawn in the winter.

I have thought about it. It was the same here, but not many people remember the clothes one had. One outfit. A pair of pants, a shirt, a dress, a coat. and some shoes. No one had mittens. People made scarves out of rags.

How poor people were then. A little ditty, a story, and rhyme would make the day a little brighter. A pot of soup.

I wonder if the Mother Goose rhymes could be done in English rhying slang.

Love,
Betty