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Originally Posted by wyndhy
and now for something completely different.
miss mary mack mack mack
all dressed in black black black
had silver buttons buttons buttons
all down her back back back
she asked her mother mother mother
for fifty cents cents cents
to see the elephants elephants elephants
jump over the fence fence fence
they jumped so high high high
they reached the sky sky sky
and din't come back bcak bcak
til the fourth of july ly ly.
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That made me think of this poem (almost a chant) we used to say (actually think my mom was the one that taught it from a poem she'd learned as a kid):
The Harlan Goat ... i-oat, i-oat
Was feeling fine ... i-ine, i-ine.
Ate three red shirts ... i-irts, i-irts
Right off the line ... i-ine, i-ine.
The farmer came out ... i-out, i-out.
Gave him a whack ... i-ack, i-ack.
And tied him to ... i-oo, i-oo
The railroad track ... i-ack, i-ack.
The whistle blew ... i-ew, i-ew.
The train drew nigh ... i-igh, i-igh.
The Harlem Goat ... i-oat, i-oat
Was bound to die ... i-i, i-i.
And in his mis ... i-is, i-is,
Ery and pain ... i-ain, i-ain,
Coughed up the shirts ... i-irts, i-irts,
And flagged the train ... i-ain, i-ain.