If that doesn't happen, and I keep being the same old rowdy me, well then ... yall are stuck with what the good Lord gave ya .... me, in all my rowdy glory ;)
What are little babies made of, made of?
What are little babies made of?
Diapers and crumbs and sucking their thumbs;
That's what little babies are made of?
What are little boys made of, made of?
What are little boys made of?
Snips and snails and puppy-dog tails;
That's what little boys are made of. And such are...
What are little girls made of, made of?
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice and everything nice;
That's what little girls are made of.
What are young men made of, made of?
What are young men made of?
Sighs and leers and crocodile tears;
That's what young men are made of.
What are young women made of, made of?
What are young women made of?
Rings and jings and other fine things;
Sugar and spice and all things nice;
That's what young women are made of. And such are...
Sugar and spice and all things nice;
That's what young women are made of. And such are...
What are our sailors made of, made of?
What are our sailors made of?
Pitch and tar, pig-tail and scar;
That's what our sailors are made of.
What are our soldiers made of, made of?
What are our soldiers made of?
Pipeclay and drill, the foeman to kill;
That's what our soldiers are made of.
What are our nurses made of, made of?
What are our nurses made of?
Bushes and thorns and old cow's horns;
That's what our nurses are made of.
What are our fathers made of, made of?
What are our fathers made of?
Pipes and smoke and collars choke;
That's what our fathers are made of.
What are our mothers made of, made of?
What are our mothers made of?
Ribbons and laces and sweet pretty faces;
That's what our mothers are made of.
What are old men made of, made of?
What are old men made of?
Slippers that flop and a bald-headed top;
That's what old men are made of.
What are old women made of, made of?
What are old women made of?
Reels, and jeels, and old spinning wheels;
That's what old women are made of?
What are all folks made of, made of?
What are all folks made of?
Fighting a spot and loving a lot,
That's what all folks are made of.
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xox Pookie!
I like you just as you are. And you are probably special to her, too. She may want to be more like you. That would be a good thing, too.
ReplyDeleteI haven't heard the full nursery rhyme before. Its fun to read it :)
ReplyDeleteI've heard that a little chili powder on that sugary drop of chocolate makes it irresistible! I'm gonna print and frame that ooey-gooey fabulous post. xoxox
ReplyDelete@CP -- aren't you a shmoozer (wink wink) ... just messin' with ya. Thanks my friend!
ReplyDelete@Jasmine -- I had never seen the whole poem before either. I kept thinking there must be more to it, and there was! Google is my friend.
@Alice -- Oh pshaw! Framing? Go on now, I was just stating the obvious ;)
I would have written a comment sooner but since I'm a puppy tail - I was smashing myself into the floor since I'm wagging like a maniac.
ReplyDeleteIt never occurred to me that there was more of this silly rhyme.
...and I hate to be so .. curmudgeony, but I hate people that are always bright and sunny and giggling when they nearly shout, "HI hi hi!!! Hope you have a wunnerful day!!!"
:) But the world could use some more of 'em.
I think you're perfect! You've got a perfect blend of everything. I didn't know that the verses went that long! I only knew the little girls are made of sugar and spice, little boys blabla I didn't know it included sailors, soldiers, mothers and fathers!
ReplyDeletePeople who are extremely sweet ALL THE TIME gets a little too sweet for my taste.
@ Iggy and @ Nikki -- I didn't know for sure that this rhyme was longer, but I suspected it was, and googled to see, and the above is what I found.
ReplyDeleteAwww ... my friend is PERFECTLY sweet, not too sweet! You all would love her! You wouldn't be able to help yourselves!
What is your Pookie made of, made of?
ReplyDeleteWhat is your Pookie made of?
A brain that does think, a eye that does wink;
sex with a kink, and armpit of stink.
That is what your Pookie is made of.