A Knife and a Fork and a Bottle and a Cork... (1948); "Never been to Yale"
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In a message dated Fri, 28 Jan 2005 20:39:39 -0800, howard schrager
<prncpmprnckl at YAHOO.COM> writes:
> Subject: A Knife and a Fork and a Bottle and a Cork...That's how you spell
> New York
> Does anyone know the origin of the above street rhyme and its mate,
> in the Car and the Car Can't Go... That's how you spell Chicago?
I'm working on them. It's not like Chicago or New York pay me a lot of money for this!
Author Withers, Carl, comp.
Title A rocket in my pocket, the rhymes and chants of young Americans. Illustrated by Susanne Suba.
Imprint [New York] H. Holt [c1948]
A knife and a fork
A bottle and a cork
That's the way
To spell NEW YORK.
Chicken in the car
And the car won't go
That's the way to spell
Lots more of interest here!
I says, you says,
We all want ices.
Girls are dandy,
Made of candy--
That's what little irls are made of.
Boys are rotten,
Made of cotton--
That's what little boys are made of.
I've got a rocket
In my pocket;
I cannot stop to play.
Away it goes!
I've burnt my toes.
It's Independence Day.
I love my wife and I love my baby.
I love my biscuits sopped in gravy.
Married a duck
Beef and bacon's out of season;
I want a knife to eat my peas on.
Apple on a stick
Makes me sick;
Gives me aa stomache ache.
Two, four, six.
I should worry, I should care,
I should marry a millionaire;
He should die, I should cry--
Then I'd marry a richer guy.
Eat fresh fried fish free at the fish fry.
I'm rubber and you're glue.
What you say to me will bounce back and stick to you.
You be the ice cream, I'll be the freezer.
You be the lemon and I'll be the squeezer.
4 got 10. (You are too good to be forgotten.)
I made you look, I made you look.
I made you buy a penny book.
Laugh before you eat,
Cry before you sleep.
Touch black, touch black!
You'll never get it back.
If you stub your tow,
You're bound to meet your beau.
Oh, you may drive a horse to water,
But a pencil must be lead.
"NEVER BEEN TO YALE"
MISS MARY MAC
ALL DRESSED IN BLACK:
TONGUE TWISTERS, JUMP-ROPE THYMES AND OTHER CHILDREN'S LORE FROM NEW ENGLAND
by Scott E. Hastings, Jr.
Little Rock, AK: August Houst Publishers, Inc.
This is a fine collection, but no dates are given. (As with much of this stuff.) Here's one for Yale.
I've never been to Paris, I've never been to Yale,
The only place I've ever been is the good old county jail.
One day when I was sleeping I looked upon the wall,
The quiddys (_cooties?_) and the bedbugs were having a game of ball.
The score was two to zero, the quiddys were ahead
The bedbugs hit a homerun and knocked me out of bed!
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