There was an old woman who lived in a shoe...she had so many children she didn't know what to do...she gave them broth without any bread...and whipped them all soundly and sent them to bed.
I would say our congress right now.
I used to believe, this rhyme was written about my mother.
Perhaps the british goverment. Unknown Rock-a-Bye Baby Washington.
Been there for 30 years. Call CPS, but unfortunately their budget has been cut due to the latest Prop Whatever. So she can't buy bread on food stamps. Pull the kids out. But, due to budget cuts there are no foster care homes, so . . .
20 year later we pay big bucks for prison, or released felons, or whatever conservative bugaboo one might create.
My blood pressure is starting to go down, thank you.
Maybe this is why I'm so set on ZPG. I never minded the story though. One of my sisters had a doll house shaped like an old-timey woman's boot with windows and doors and such. It would be pretty cool to build a real one like that.
My son is learning about Malthus' ideas right now in AP Human Geography.
I changed the words too. How about Hansel and Gretal? Red Riding Hood?
This rhyme has bugged me for many years. When my oldest daughter was small, I would change the words on the fly. By the time I had another child, I quit reading it altogether.