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Nursery Rhymes: A Dialogue
Nursery Rhymes: A Dialogue
Nursery Rhymes: A Dialogue
which he felt was filled with rhymes that were not only useless clutter in a childs brain, but could be downright
dangerous because of their crude subjects and language. Ironically, his parody nursery rhyme, Higglety, Pigglety
Pop!, is now a standard in American nursery rhyme collections! Robert Merrys Museum didnt long remain a
bastion of logic over nonsense: some of Hans Christian Andersens fairy tales were printed here after they were
translated into English.
http://www.merrycoz.org/museum/HIGLTY.xhtml
Nursery Rhymes*: A Dialogue, by Samuel G. Goodrich (from Robert Merrys Museum, August 1846; pp. 52-54)
M.Well, go on.
T.Now dont you laugh; its all mine. I didnt get a bit of it out of a book. Here it is!
Higglety, piggletypop.
M.Well, go on.
T.Sense? Whoever thought of sense in poetry? Why, mother, you gave me a book the other day, and it was all
poetry, and I dont think there was a bit of sense in the whole of it. Hear me read. [Reads].
Hub a dub!
The butcher,
The baker,
The candlestick-maker,
Now, mother, the book is full of such things as these, and I dont see any meaning in them.
* See Nursery Rhymes, of England, &c., collected and edited by James Orchard Halliwell, Esq., recently
published.
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you not love to read these rhymes, even though they are silly?
T.Yes, dearly.
M.Well, you have just learned to read, and I thought these jingles, silly as they are, might induce you to study
your book, and make yourself familiar with reading.
M.Timothy!
T.Maam?
M.Listen to me, or you will have cause to repent it. Listen to what I say. I gave you the book to amuse you, and
improve your reading, not to form your taste in poetry.
T.Well, mother, pray forgive me. I did not mean to offend you. But I really do love poetry, because it is so silly!
T.Well, I wont; but Ill say something out of this pretty book you gave me.
Maggotty pie
And so do I.
Dont you like that, mother?
T.But it is here in this pretty book you gave me, and I like it very much, mother. And here is a poem, which I think
very fine.
One-ery, two-eery,
Ziccary zan,
Ninery ten:
Spittery spat,
It must be done,
Twiddledum, tweddledum,
Twenty-one,
M.Stop, stop, my son. Are you not ashamed to say such things?
T.Ashamed? No, mother. Why should I be? Its all printed here as plain as day. Ought I to be ashamed to say any
thing I find in a pretty book you have given me? Just hear the rest of this.
M.Give me the book, Timothy. I see that I have made a mistake; it is not a proper book for you.
T.Well, you may take the book, but I can say the rhymes, for I have learnt them all by heart.
T.Well, mother, I wont say it, if you dont wish me to. But maynt I say
M.No.
T.Such as what?
M.[Aside.] Dear, dear, what shall I do? The boy has got his head turned with these foolish rhymes. It was really a
very unwise thing to put a book into his hands, so full of nonsense and vulgarity. The rhymes seem to stick like burs
[sic] in his mind, and the coarsest and vilest seem to be best remembered. I must remedy this mistake; but I see it
will take all my wit to do so. [Aloud.] Timothy, you must give me up this book, and I will get you another.
T.Well, mother, I am sorry to part with itbut I dont care so much about it, as I know all the best of it by heart.
Maggotty pie
M.You go to bed!