Baby, baby, naughty baby,"Giant" and "rely on't"? My rat rhymes look better and better. And no, there's not prawn nor shrimp to this one. My source is Roy Adkins' Nelson's Trafalgar.
Hush, you squalling thing, I say;
Hush your squalling, or it may be
Bonaparte will pass this way.
Baby, baby, he's a giant,
Tall and black as Rouen steeple;
And he dines and sups, rely on't,
Every day on naughty people.
Baby, baby, he will hear you
As he passes by the house,
And he limb from limb will tear you
Just as pussy tears a mouse.
Thursday, April 13, 2006
This one's for Peculiar: a nineteenth-century nursery rhyme of Southern England.
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'Sblood, that's a thumping good rat-rhyme! Mrs. Peculiar has some God-daughters who no doubt shall benefit from its instruction. Shall have to come up with a tune.
The Marseillaise, of course. Don't forget to draw a black Napoleonic hat that snaps up children like a flytrap.
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