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21st Century Nursery Rhymes

So MARY loved a little lamb— Especially on her plate. But watch out, Mary: too much lamb Can make you overweight.   HUMPTY DUMPTY sat on the wall. Learn from his mistake. If you are not mindful, you Could also fall and break.   A TISKET, a TASKET, Forget about a basket. Do what you are told Or your folks will blow a gasket!   JACK SPRAT could eat no fat. Too much fat could kill him. But mounds of veggies on his plate Certainly don't thrill him. If MRS. SPRAT could eat no lean And just the fatty parts, Wasn’t her cholesterol level Jumping off the charts?   MISTRESS MARY, quite contrary, Brags about her garden, Which, she adds, is quite unique. Damn! Oops, beg your pardon. Are silver bells and cockle shells Much to brag about? I guess they are more practical When there is a drought.   JACK B. NIMBLE was pretty slick, Although he was a nut. Don’t play around with candlesticks, Or you could burn your butt.   EENY MEENY MINY MOE... Invest your money and watch it grow. It’s good to save and not to owe, EENY MEENY MINY MOE...   GEORGIE PORGIE made the girls cry Every time he kissed ‘em. They didn’t like that chauvinist And the way he dissed ‘em.   Did JACK AND JILL go up the hill Really to get water? What kind of H2O Would make him swerve and totter?   If these days PETER put his wife In a pumpkin shell, He'd never hear the end of it; Boy, she’d give him hell! - by Bob B
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