Nobody Likes Me Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, Guess I’ll eat some worms. Big fat juicy ones, little bitty skinny ones, See how they wiggle and squirm! – Kids’ Self-Pity Jingle I’m an old despot, libtards hate me, Guess I’ll start a civil war. Rally the QAnons, gun freaks and Nazis, And settle all
The lion and the unicorn Were fighting for the crown. The lion beat the unicorn All around the town. And when he had beat him out, He beat him in again; He beat him threer times over, His power to maintain. – Nursery Rhyme about the struggle for power
March Seven wild turkeys strut Across the snow. A deer stops To watch them go by.
Seven wild turkeys strut Across the snow. A deer stops To watch them go by.
Censoring Seuss According to a 2019 study by researchers from The Conscious Kid’s Library and the University of California at San Diego, Dr. Seuss’s early books, “If I Ran The Zoo,” “And To think That I saw It On Mulberry Street,” “McElligot’s Pond,” “Scrambled Eggs Super!” “The Cat’s Quizzer,” and “On Beyond Zebra” all contain
Censoring Seuss According to a 2019 study by researchers from The Conscious Kid’s Library and the University of California at San Diego, Dr. Seuss’s early books, “If I Ran The Zoo,” “And To think That I saw It On Mulberry Street,” “McElligot’s Pond,” “Scrambled Eggs Super!” “The Cat’s Quizzer,” and “On Beyond Zebra” all contain
There were two corbies sat in a tree, Doun, a-doun, hey, doun, a-doun There were two corbies sat in a tree, Wi’ a doun, There were two corbies sat in a tree And they were as black as black maun be, Wi’ a doun, derry, derry, derry doun, doun The ane o’ them said to
Two Bad Cats You knew it was wrong To knock the clock down From the table and make it go bong. You knew I’d see red If you jumped on the bed And ran over my belly and head. And let me repeat: You don’t get any treats Till you’ve eaten up all of your
The Arrow and the Song I shot an arrow in the air. It fell to earth I know not where; For so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in flight. I breathed a song into the air. It fell to earth I know not where; For who has sight do keen and
Soup, soup, beautiful soup! Soup of the evening, beautiful soup! Beautiful soup, so rich and green, Waiting in a hot tureen, Who for such dainties would not stoop? Soup of the eee-vening, Byooo-tiful soup! The Mock Turtle’s Song, from Lewis Carroll’s “Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland”