Fly away home.
Your house is on fire.
And your children all gone.
Except little Nan,
who sits in a pan,
Weaving gold laces
as fast as she can.
When looking at childhood Nursery Rhymes, do you ever say to yourself...What a strange rhyme...What would make someone want to recite this to a child? Way back in college, I actually took a class that centered around nursery rhymes and other childhood sayings.
Or, thinking more about it, maybe I did a report on the origins of nursery rhymes. Damn. I suppose it's been a while since I attended this particular class, I do remember that the teacher had a degenerative back disease and taught mostly from a recliner he'd set up in the room...and I had to stand up and give a report that was supposed to last a certain amount of time, and I went over by quite a bit (I know you find that hard to believe...) and once, we ate some tortillas that had been made traditionally by a Mexican American woman on her wood fed stove (they were incredible) Perhaps this was a class about traditions of some sort? Sigh. I guess time marches on. Well...Here's the origin of that particular rhyme if one is interested...
I'm just going to sit here and try to recall some more of the hazy parts of college...
I swear I did not party that much.