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Skipping and choosing rhymes remembered

Posted on Saturday, November 21, 2009 in children's rhymes

I’ve been feeling ill so to cheer myself up I decided to recall the nonsense I used to jump rope to. Please feel free to share some of your own.

Skipping tunes

I don’t recall any special moves for this one.

Sailor, sailor do your duty
Here comes Miss American beauty.
She wiggles; who wobbles; she does the splits.
She wears her dresses clear up to her hips.

This one began by jumping on one leg, then two, then touching a hand to the ground, and then two. I think it went on from there, but I don’t recall how.

Donald Duck was a one legged, one legged, one legged duck.
Donald Duck was a two legged, two legged, two legged duck.
Donald Duck was a three legged, three legged, three legged duck.
Donald Duck was a four legged, four legged, four legged duck.

Clapping games

HabMoo does not like it when I sing this one all the way through. But sometimes the need just strikes and I have to obey the call. (These lines probably don’t even really go together except in my head.)

My boyfriend’s name is Tony.
He comes from the land of Baloney.
With 23 toes and a pickle for a nose.
This is how my story goes.

One night while I was walking
I saw my boyfriend talking
to a cute little girl with a strawberry curl
and this is what he said, said, said.

I L-O-V-E love you.
I K-I-S-S kiss you.
I K-I-S-S kiss you on your
F-A-C-E face face face.

My mother sent me to the store.
She told me not to stay.
But I fell in love with the grocery boy
and stayed ’til Christmas day, day, day.

My mother wanted peaches;
my mother wanted pears;
my boyfriend wanted 50 cents
and kissed me on the stair, stairs, stairs.

I gave him back his peaches;
I gave  him back his pears;
I gave him back his 50 cents
and kicked him down the stairs, stairs, stairs.

Then there was this one where we competed to see what kind of crazy descriptions and accompanying hand gestures we could come up with.

Have you ever, ever, ever in your short legged life
Seen a short legged turtle and his short legged wife?
No I’ve never, ever, ever in my short legged life
Seen a short legged turtle and his short legged wife.

Have you ever, ever, ever in your snot nosed life
Seen a snot nosed turtle, and his snot nosed wife?
No I’ve never, ever, ever in my snot nosed life
Seen a snot nosed turtle, and his snot nosed wife.

… long-legged; google-eyed, greasy-hair, etc.

Counting rhymes

Engine, engine number nine
going down Chicago line.
If the train goes off the track?
Do you want your money back?
Y-E-S spells yes and you are not it.

Everyone always wanted their money back.

Bubble gum, bubble gum in a dish.
How many pieces do you wish?

Count out the number and that person is it, or if you don’t like that result, add “My  mother told me to pick the very best one. And you are not it.”

  1. Hey Kris, as a kid we had a clapping rhyme (both hands, left hands, right hands, both hands…)we did it on the bus all the time. It is very similar to one of yours but it went like this:

    I am a pretty little dutch girl, as pretty as pretty can be, be, be
    and all the boys on the baseball team come chasing after me, me, me

    My boyfriend’s name is Tony, he comes from the land of Baloney,
    With 25 toes and a pickle for a nose, that’s my boyfriend Tony

    One day he gave me peaches, one day he gave me pears, pears, pears,
    One day he gave me 50 cents and took me to the fair, fair, fair.

    And when the fair was over, I asked him to take me home, home, home,
    He said he had another date and left me all alone, lone, lone.

    I gave him back his peaches, I gave him back his pears, pears, pears,
    I gave him back his 50 cents and kicked him down the stairs, stairs, stairs.

    I kicked him over London, I kicked him over France, France, France,
    I kicked him over China where he lost his underpants, pants, pants!!!

    The boys think its pretty funny, especially the ending!

  2. This is the way I learned “My Mommy Sent Me To The Store”. We used to chant it while skipping rope.

    My Mommy sent me to the store
    She told me not to stay
    I fell in love with the grocery boy
    And there I stayed all day

    First he gave me peaches
    Then he gave me pears
    Then he gave me 15 cents
    To kiss him on the stairs

    I gave him back his peaches
    I gave him back his pears
    I gave him back his 15 cents
    And kicked him down the stairs

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