Hey diddle diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon ;
The little dog laughed
To see such fun,
And the dish ran away with the spoon.
...bouncing from Art James' Polecat Hollow Road post, 4. 15. 2012 ...
Reading children's books can keep a person young ;
teaching children's nonsense nursery rhymes can keep a person sane,
can make the children wonder what's up or down while
logical nursery rhymes like Rock-a-bye Baby can make all of us crazy.
( The grim Brothers Grimm and the plague cannibals ; Gingerbread Houses in dark Northern Forests, Hansel and his sister Gretel, breadcrumbs and crows, snow ... ) ... and oh, Bluebeard !
Now we don't seem to need the Grimms ; we've got our own bogey-men, booger men, Ayatlollahs and Cheneys, 24/7 News to wake us screaming. Thank goodness for bucolic rest-stops ~ 'Men's in a misty clearing ; poppies & pop on a Polecat Hollow Road ; a picture-postcard treat of a post, grandpoppa Art.
First I heard Hey Diddle Diddle, then I learned how to sing it, and we danced to it ; we learned how to read it, write it ... it's been with me always ... I still don't know what it means ... and I still don't care. It leaves beautiful pictures in my mind.
pic kg. ~ abc book of nursery rhymes ©