Picking their nose and chewing it, chewing it, chewing it.
Why can I not get this charming little playground rhyme out of my head? It must be 25 years since I last sang it.
Can you remember your favourite playground chants? They need not be as grim as this one. Pop them in the comments box, no registration or funny letters to decipher!
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Was this a prelude to the next post?
HEY! Why am I so far down on your non-alphabetized blogroll?? *tap tap tap*
It wasn’t intentional, but if I keep quiet about it, I’ll look like a really clever blogger….oh.
I’ve set the Blogroll to ‘random’ as I thought that was fairer. Of course, for a consideration….
Anyway, I’m down the bottom of yours…perhaps I’ll rename this blog to ‘aaaaaaaaThermal’ That should do it.
(to the tune of the Battle Hymn of the Republic
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We have tortured every teacher and have broken every rule
( a couple of lines forgotten here, surely for the best )
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
Sister hit me with a ruler
I stood behind the door
With a loaded .44
And Sister don’t hit no more
That’s one; there were others — all of which would get a kid arrested in this intolerant day and age.
I’ve thrown you in my links; hope you’ll do the same….
My Dad sang something similar (first 2 lines at least) can’t remember how the rest went.
I’m going to need a bigger blog roll! Consider yourself added, and thanks.