I noticed that Frau Random Doubt had been out to the library and as usual had returned with a wonderful selection of interesting and curious texts.
One of these was a selection of "Children's songs and games from Scotland".
In these troubled times it's lovely to think of the Wee Hen being taught songs and games on his mother's knee.
This one in particular, made me smile.
"Vote, Vote, Vote for Mr Labour,
In come a Tory at the door.
take a poker and a knife, and chase him for his life,
And we won't see Mr Tory any more, shut the door!"
In these troubled times indeed.
5 comments:
Sweet song
I'm sure it won't conjure up an evil images for the little one.
Wow.
Ms. Dee, I recall learning songs about blind mice being disfigured by evil farmers wives, and it didn't do me any harm.
Erp. Stab! Stab! Erp.
Let's not forget cradles falling from trees
The only good tory is a lavatory.
That was cheesy Mondale and yet I laughed out loud. I mean LOL
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