
I remember reading somewhere lately that children these days do not know traditional songs and poetry. I also remember thinking that was a shame. The other day, while I watched Sarah Beth look through a Mother Goose book, I realized that I am not teaching these poems to my children. If I don't do it, who will? Of course, I realize that Scripture and Catechism are much, much more important than Mother Goose, but Mother Goose is such a great way to teach rhymes. And then there are the songs that I learned as a child. My father used to sing a song about donuts; do you know it? "I ran around the corner, I ran around the block. I ran right into the bakery shop." I don't know the rest except, "He said, 'There's a hole in the nickel, and it's all the way through.' 'Aye, there's a hole in the donut, too.' Thanks for the donut, so much!"
To begin to rectify the situation, I taught Sarah Beth a song about rain this morning. I'm sure you know this one: "It's raining, it's pouring. The old man is snoring. He went to bed and bumped his head, and he couldn't get up in the morning." Nonsensical, I know. But it's fun to sing when it's raining outside like it is today. And I plan to get Dad to write down the rest of the words to the Donut Song next time I see him. That one really has fond memories for me.


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