1
My mother killed me,
My father is eating me,
My brothers and sisters are sitting under the table.
Pick up my bones,
They buried them under cold marble.
My mother killed me,
My father is eating me,
My brothers and sisters are sitting at the table.
Clean up my wreckage,
Then bury them under the cold marble.
2 Lizzie Borden
Lizzie Borden picked up an axe,
Hit her father forty times.
When she saw what she had done,
She hit her mother forty-one.
Liz Burton picked up the axe.
Hit her father forty times.
When she saw what she had done
She hit her mother forty-one again.
Remarks: The voice from juvenile hatching-Miss Pudding's tragedy.
It is true that a girl rubs her parents like this. 1893 In Massachusetts, 32-year-old Liz Burton picked up an axe at home and killed it.
Killed his father and stepmother in a cruel way. It caused an uproar in America in the19th century. Now the room where the accident happened has become a museum.
The murder of Ritz is still the research object and has been made into a movie. You can find a lot of relevant information on the Internet.
Who killed the robin?
Who killed the robin?
Me, said the sparrow,
With my bow and arrow,
I killed a robin.
Who killed the robin?
I, said the swallow,
With my bow and arrow,
I killed a robin.
Who saw him die?
I, said the fly,
With my little eyes,
I saw him die.
Who witnessed his death?
I, said the fly,
With my little eyes,
I saw him die.
Who took his blood?
I, the fish said,
With my little plate,
I got his blood.
Who took his blood?
I, the fish said,
With my little plate,
I took his blood.
Who will make his shroud?
I, Baertl said,
With my thread and needle,
I'll make the shroud.
Who will make his mourning clothes?
I, said the beetle,
With my thread and needle,
I'll make his mourning clothes.
Who will dig his grave?
I, said the owl,
With my pick and shovel,
I will dig his grave.
Who will dig his grave?
I, said the owl,
Use my hoe and shovel.
I will dig his grave.
Who is the priest?
I, said the white-billed crow,
With my little notebook,
I will be a priest.
Who will preach for him?
I, said the crow,
With my brochure,
I will preach for him.
Who will be the clerk?
The lark said, it's me,
If it wasn't in the dark,
I will be a clerk.
Who will write history for him?
The lark said, it's me,
If it wasn't in the dark,
I will write history for him.
Who will send the link?
Cardinal said, it's me,
I'll get it right away,
I'll take the link.
Who will hold the torch?
I, the cardinal said,
I'll bring it right away,
I'll hold the torch.
Who will be the main mourners?
I, said the pigeon,
I mourn my love,
I will be the priest.
Who will be the mourners?
I, said the pigeon,
I came to mourn my lover,
I will be a mourner.
Who will carry the coffin?
Me, said the kite,
If we don't make it through the night,
I'll carry the coffin
Who will carry the coffin?
Me, Kate said.
If you don't have to make it through the night,
I'll carry the coffin
Who will bear the coffin?
The wren said, we,
Rooster and hen,
We will bear the coffin cover.
Who will pull the coffin lid?
The wren said, we,
The couple are together,
Let's pull the coffin lid.
Who will sing the hymn?
I, said the thrush,
When she sat on the bush,
I want to sing a hymn.
Who will sing the hymn?
I, said the thrush,
She sat on the bush,
I will sing a hymn.
Who will ring the bell?
I, said the bull,
Because I can pull,
I will ring the death knell.
Who will ring the death knell?
Me, said the cow,
Because I can pull,
I will ring the bell.
All the birds in the air
Lost in sighs and cries,
When they heard the death knell ring
Poor robin.
All the birds in the air
Sigh and sadness
When they heard the death knell ring
For poor Robin.
Remarks: included in Who Killed the Robin.
When a good king Arthur ruled this land,
When the good King Arthur ruled this land,
He is a good king;
He stole three pecks of barley flour.
Make bagged pudding.
When King Arthur ruled this land,
He is an excellent king.
He stole three pecks of barley.
Make a big pudding
Bagged pudding made by the king,
Fill it with plums;
Put in chunks of fat,
As big as my two thumbs.
Wangde big pudding
Stuffed with dried plums
Put in a chunk of cream.
As big as my two thumbs
The king and queen ate it,
There are nobles next to them;
And what they couldn't eat that night,
The next morning, the queen was fried.
The king and queen ate their fair share.
Eat the share of the nobles around you,
I ate something I shouldn't have eaten that night,
The next morning, the queen was fried.
Remarks: The voice from juvenile hatching-Miss Pudding's tragedy.
There are many wonderful stories about the legend of King Arthur and the brave knight of the Round Table. He ruled England about 1500 years ago and won many battles. But the existence of this king in history remains to be verified. This nursery rhyme about King Arthur reveals the cruelty of the ancient royal family.
5 Solomon Glenday
Solomon Glenday,
Born on Monday,
Baptized on Tuesday,
Get married on Wednesday,
Sick on Thursday,
Friday is worse,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday.
This is the end.
Solomon Glenday.
Solomon Grandus
Born on Monday
Be baptized on Tuesday
Get married on Wednesday
Get sick on Thursday
Friday is critically ill.
Died on Saturday
Burn the body on Sunday
this is
The end of Solomon Grandus
Remarks: Children from God Volume 5 "-Solomon Grandus on Sunday".
This is a special short story in the child prodigy. I like this nursery rhyme very much myself. Combine the things that people will experience in their lives in this short nursery rhyme-seven days a week. Later, I thought I had seen a similar poem, which used a week to describe one thing, and that format came from this.
6 chubby
Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a big fall.
All the horses of the king,
And all the king's men,
Can't put the egg head back together.
Egg man sitting on the wall
The egg man had a big fall.
Even if all the king's horses are gathered together
Even if all the servants of the king get together
Egg people can't go back to the way they were.
Remarks: included in the title page of The Voice of Juvenile Hatching.
Chunky means eggs. In the dictionary, it is interpreted as a fat dwarf, which is an anthropomorphic name of an egg. It comes from an English nursery rhyme, which actually comes from here.
I am a big fan of Xun Yuji!