One of Amy's old children's books I read this week was Counting Rhymes, A Little Golden Book, full of folk rhymes and fun. The version we have was published in 1960. I love reading these old books; such a different world prior to free love, disco, Reaganomics, the Clinton years, and the Internet.Here's a taste:
Three Babes
Three babes in a basket
And hardly room for two,
And one was yellow and one was black
And one had eyes of blue.
That space was small no doubt for all,
But what should three babes do?
Be socially AND personally responsible, right Mr. Jackson? And of course, get out and vote. When they're 18, of course.
And then there's Monday's Child:
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving –
Wait a minute. Wednesday's child is full of woe?
Why?
What did Wednesday's child do to deserve being born on such a woeful day? What's wrong with Wednesday?
Oh, Baby B, we must fight for Wednesday's rights. Wednesday can be just as loving and giving as Friday? And although Saturday's child must work hard for a living, the child born on the Sabbath Day is blithe and winsome and happy and gay. But what about Wednesday?
Yes, we will fight, B. We will be the Wednesday Winners and all the other days will cower in our hump day shadows –
Sorry, lost my head for a minute. That always happens during a week of off-balance data mismanagement.
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