From the time they were little on, when bedtime came I would read story books, sing songs, and recite poetry to the children. This, was one of the most favorite ones:
MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB, HIS FLEECE WAS BLACK AS SOOT,
AND INTO MARY'S BOWL OF MILK, HIS SOOTY FOOT HE PUT!
They loved that! They would laugh and fall back on the bed, squealing with delight...particularly when I would run the last four words together as though they were one word! As "sootyfootieput"
Well, at the height of this little poems popularity, we happened to acquire a small Grey kitten, and wouldn't you just know, the first thing we did was to give her a bowl of milk, and that is when the children named her.It was a natural.And here, I thought it would take them a day or two to come up with a name they liked. Nope! It was easy, and immediate.
Sootyfootieput!
Of course, I called her just "sooty" for short, but I was the only one.Which only goes to prove, you have to be careful what sort of poetry you expose your children to, because they will use it against you.
Here's a piece brought home by my niece, Debrah.
Oowie-gooey was a worm, a mighty worm was he,
he crawled upon the railroad tracks, the train he did not see,
"oowie-gooey!"
Which she was so proud of, she came out and recited it for company, every time,just before dinner! Boy, did that visiting pastor enjoy that!
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