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This is just one of those trivial and ridiculous -- but fun, I think -- "tests" of how much you remember from your childhood.
In this case, it is the Mother Goose classic "This is the House that Jack Built."
Be honest with yourself. Without actually looking at the words (posted in the next), how far can you recite it? I got to where the cow came came into the picture! LOL
Last edited by Bo; 01-23-2011 at 07:55 PM..
Reason: Moved from Texas forum.
Here are the original words, and no fair referring to them if you haven't at least tried to recite them from memory, yourself:
THIS IS THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT
by Mother Goose
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This is the house that Jack built.
This is the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the **** that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the farmer sowing his corn,
That kept the **** that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
Seriously though, I am the woman who realized a few months ago that I had never taught my kids pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold.......... and called my daughter to recite it for her, even though she was 30! <G>
Gosh, I had not thought of Jack in decades. I could barely remember the first verse. I'm more inclined to remember "99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall." Maybe that is because it's the same verse over and over.
Seriously though, I am the woman who realized a few months ago that I had never taught my kids pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold.......... and called my daughter to recite it for her, even though she was 30! <G>
LOL That's a good question! I thought later, why in the heck did I post that?
I guess it's like the old joke about the guy who jumped off a cliff into a pile of cactus. When asked why he did such a stupid thing, he replied. "well, it seemed like a good idea at the time!"
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