I was putting Caroline to bed this evening and was sitting in our big chair reading some stories with her when I picked up Jen’s old copy of “The Real Mother Goose.” It’s old and fragile, pages are starting to fall out of it since the binding glue is drying out, but every now and then I pick it up to read a couple with her.
Tonight I opened up to a page and saw a picture of an old guy jumping in the bush and thought what’s this all about.
THE MAN IN OUR TOWNThere was a man in our town,
And he was wondrous wise,
He jumped into a bramble bush,
And scratched out both his eyes;
But when he saw his eyes were out,
With all his might and main,
He jumped into another bush,
And scratched ’em in again.
Really, scratched his eyes out!?
There you go Caroline, stay out of the bushes or look what can happen, scratch your eyes right out, and don’t listen to any of that nonsense about scratching ’em back in ’cause that’s not going to happen. Sleep tight, don’t have any nightmares tonight.
Nice little story. I hear you about some of the old nursery rhymes…when you read them you think really…really? Even Jack and Jill is a little sadistic.