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Rhymes from childhood?

I've just lost half a day on this site, which reminded me (among other things) of the clapping rhyme:

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII went to a Chinese restaurant
To buy a loaf of bread, bread, bread
Heeeeee wrapped it up in a five pound note
And this is what he said, said, said...

But I cannot find:

Now begining
Keep in rhythm
*clap clap*
[Name] [Name]
e.g. Sarah! Dee!


Group: Hey [name] e.g. De-ee
Dee: Someone's calling my name!
Group: Hey Dee-ee
Dee: I think I hear it again!
Group: You're wanted on the telephone!
Dee: Well if it isn't [different name] e.g. Meeaa-d, I'm not home!
Group (including Dee): Hey Meeeaa-d!
[ad nauseum on coach trips!)


I said a-boom-chika-boom
I said a-boom-chika-raka-chika-raka-chika-boom
Okay yah
Okay yah
One more time
One more time
A little bit (slower, faster, posher etc...)

Repeat ad nauseum

(to the tune of "On Top of Ol' Smokey")
On top of spaghetti
All covered in cheese
There sat my poor meatball
When somebody sneezed (A-CHOO!)

It rolled off the table
And onto the floor
And then my poor meatball
Rolled straight out the door

It rolled in the garden
And under a bush
By then my poor meatball
Was nothing but mush

The very next summer
A meatball tree grew
And now there meatballs
For me and for you!


(To the tune of "Company Store")

If ya stay to school dinners
Better throw 'em aside
A lotta kids didn't
A lotta kids died
The meat is made of iron!
The spuds are made of steel!
And if that doesn't get ya then the afters will!
Anyone else remember these?


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Dec. 20th, 2014 02:14 am (UTC)
The only one I've heard is the Spaghetti one. I do remember singing that one and thinking it was darned funny.
Dec. 20th, 2014 12:11 pm (UTC)
That one has fond memories for me of Brownie campfires and "Revels". :D
Dec. 20th, 2014 10:50 am (UTC)
I remember a couple of those: 'IIIIII went into a Chinese shop / To buy...' (the rest is the same).

To the tune of Frere Jacques:
School dinners, school dinners,
concrete chips! concrete chips!
Sloppy [or soggy] semolina, sloppy semolina,
Doctor quick! I feel sick!

That one about someone calling your name... we had something similar to that in idea, but not those words. Seem to remember singing them on the bus on school trips.

We played a lot of 'two-baller' - juggling tennis balls against a wall. I can't remember many of those rhymes. There was one to 'Knees up Mother Brown':

'Plainsies Mother Brown, Plainsies Mother Brown,
Plainsies plainsies plainsies plainsies
Plainsies Mother Brown' (plainsies was your basic pattern of juggling against the wall)

'Overs, Mother Brown, Overs Mother Brown,
Overs overs overs overs.
Overs Mother Brown' (overs was overhand; every time the word was chanted, that's the way you had to throw it)

And so on, with new verses for each variation of throwing it against the wall: overhand, eyes closed, with your back to the wall, one-handed, upsies (juggling not against the wall), downsies (bounce it), clapping before you caught it again, throwing it very low, throwing it very high... It was that last one which was responsible for the school caretaker getting up onto the flat roof every so often and kicking all the tennis balls that had got lost up there down into our eager hands.

There was another two-baller one about Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.

And tons for skipping, the sort where you have a long rope and two people turning the ends and people run into it and jump to rhymes and then out. Wow, can I remember any? No!

'Who wants to play?' was the one I remember at first school: you chanted 'who wants to play? Chaiiiin tug! Who wants to play? Chaiiin tug?' (or whatever the game was). Two people would start, with arms around each other's shoulders and their other arms outstretched to invite more. And they would march around the playground, and if you wanted to play, you ran up and put your arm over the end child's shoulder, and stretched your arm out in invitation joined in the chanting, until you got up to enough to form the gam.

Every so often you'd have a stubborn child, determined to play their favourite game, grimly marching around on his own, arms outstretched, thin voice a bit desperate: 'Who wants to play....'

Chain tug, btw, was a great variation on tug (tig, tag?). Once you were tugged, you had to link hands with the tug person, and you *both* ran after people to tug them. So then you grew the chain. Once it was up to four, pairs could break off the chain. So you had perhaps a group of four running together, and two pairs running around, and you were dodging them all, and eventually, if you were one of the last, the chain was so long that it could stretch across the yard, and you were in real trouble then.
Dec. 20th, 2014 11:55 am (UTC)
It was "tag" in our area. And "Grandmother's Footsteps" and "What's the time Mr Wolf?".

Since I wasn't very co-ordinated even before I did my back in (poor stereopsis means skewed depth perception, so if I catch anything it's pure blind chance!) I avoided the ball games and group skipping games in the playground. I was okay if *I* had the rope, but getting into the rhythm of the two swingers - no chance! Also, you had to get Ashley off first - she was so good at skipping and French skipping (with the long loop of elastic, remember that?) that she earned herself the nickname "Skipper". (Okay, we weren't very imaginative!)

But being picked last for games and geting "Spazz!" and "Spazzo" and that "Uuuuhhhhhrrr" with crossed-eyes and floppy arms yelled at me in PE was bad enough with having it playtime! Also I got rather nervous after taking a netball to the face (*Teacher*: "You're supposed to *catch* it!") which smashed my glasses and gave me a lovely split lip and black eye. (A snowball thrown by my brother once, also had the same effect.) And I'd already broken my nose once before I even started Infants (over-excited on a trip to Southend, sitting in the back with no seatbealts, leant forward and was shot between the front seats and into the dashboard when Mum braked - I got no sympathy, "You should have been sitting back, shouldn't you?! I've told you often enough!").

Running around holding hands sounds like a really good way for children to trip over and get dragged along, to me.

When I was working in Primary Schools, the duty teachers were always Safe/Home in tag and kiss-chase. So I spent half my playground duties with a crowd of girls (*always* the girls) clinging to me and shrieking that they were safe! Not *very* useful if there was a fight or an accident and I had to cross the playground to sort things out. ("Will you let go of me? I've got to get over there!") :D

I lost *so* much time on that site with its old familar rhymes. Then the ed commented that s/he(?) had no idea what this one: http://www.odps.org/glossword/index.php?a=term&d=3&t=636 was about, so I lost even more time when I looked up Ulysses 31 (I'm sure that song is based on the theme tune) and then "had" to check out all the other 80s cartoons. http://www.80scartoons.co.uk/ulysses2.php
Dec. 20th, 2014 10:16 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I think we were very unusual in calling it 'tug'. I don't remember falling, despite the fact that picking each other's scabs was a fairly routine part of sitting on the carpet in the book corner, and we must have got those scabs somehow.

Oh, good vision and me are not close friends and I too was last to be called for rounders; and, fouling it too often, found myself an 'ever-ender' on the rope pretty routinely. Ah well.
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