Today’s guest post was written by Charline Venturini. Chatter being silly – not sure if she was making herself a tail or gathering stuff for a playhouse Happy Saturday! 1. I was recently reading a very dry history of Rowan County, North Carolina for research, published long ago in that scholastic and flowery style in which writers prided themselves. In one section, the author mentioned pre-Revolution Era schoolyard games. What caught my attention was “Chickama, Chickama Craney Crow” (he spelled it…
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Four seeds in a row one for the rook, one for the crow, one to die, and one to grow.…
My father used to do something like Mr. Davenport but not to that extent. He also played the spoons. Sometimes…
The Dandelion by John Banister Tabb With locks of gold to-day, To-morrow, silver gray; Then blossom-bald. Behold, O man, thy fortune…
Back when we first started discussing rhymes here on the Blind Pig, Ed Ammons sent me the following email about…
Baa Baa Black Sheep Have You Any Wool? Yes, sir, yes, sir three bags full. One for the master, one…
Old King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he. He called for his pipe,…
Little boy blue, Come blow your horn, The sheep’s in the meadow, The cow’s in the corn. But where is…
This old man, he played one, He played knick-knack with his thumb, With a knick-knack, paddy whack, Give the dog…
Yankee Doodle come to town, Riding on a pony. Stuck a feather in his cap, And called it macaroni. I…