Nursery Rhymes

We all have heard of Mother Goose, I'm sure.  Lately we have had a couple nursery rhyme situations at our house worthy of blogging.


Old Mother Hubbard

Old mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
To fetch her poor dog a bone;
But when she got there
The cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.


And now our version:

Our dear old Mommy
Went to the cupboard,
To figure out some lunch for the kids;
But when she got there

The cupboard was bare,

Because David had put it all in his "boat"!






And another...






Contrary Mary
 
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells,
And pretty maids all in a row.



 And now our version:


Shelly, Shelly, the silly mommy,
How does your garden grow?
With peas and beans, and even weeds,
And a soccer ball.  Oh, will it grow?