• Rahul da Cunha: My nursery rhymes

    Rahul da CunhaFeb 12, 2017, 06:45 IST

    Illustration/Ravi Jadhav
    Illustration/Ravi Jadhav

    So, dear reader, I have an honest confession. I write nursery rhymes. Uh yeah, that's it. I write children's nursery rhymes. I'd like you to read some of my creations.

    Here are some samples:

    Bye Bye Black Sheep
    Bye Bye Black Sheep
    Have you a H1 B Visa?
    Yes sir yes sir
    And a Green card
    One for my master
    And one for my men
    But we all can't get back
    Nor can Syria or Yemen

    Eeny Meany Miniee Moe
    Eeny, meany, minee, moe
    Catch a tiger by the toe
    If he hollers, Hardik, let him go
    Eeny, meany, minee, moe

    Humpty Trumpty
    Humpty Trumpty
    Sat on a Mexican wall
    Humpty Trumpty had a yugge fall
    All the Don's minions
    And all the Republicans
    Couldn't put Trumpty
    Together again

    Here we go around George W Bush
    Here we go around George W Bush
    George W Bush
    George W Bush
    Here we go round George W Bush
    So early in the morning
    We thought he'd be the worst
    Be the worst
    Be the worst
    We thought he would be the worst
    In all US history

    Sonia had a little lamb
    Sonia had a little lamb
    Whose fleece was white as snow
    And everywhere that Sonia went
    The lamb was sure to go
    He became PM of the land one day
    Which was against the dynastic rules
    His tenure was filled with scams
    and scams
    But he was quiet, the lamb

    Simple OP Selvan met
    Miss Chinnamma
    Simple OP Selvan met Miss Chinnamma
    Going to the fair
    Says OP Selvan to Miss Chinnamma
    Madam, let me taste your ware
    Says Miss Chinnamma to OP Selvan
    Show me first your majority
    Says OP Selvan to Miss Chinnamma
    Indeed I have not any
    Miss Chinnamma went a-fishing
    For to catch a whale
    All the water she had Was in her Amma's pail

    Hey diddle diddle
    Hey diddle diddle
    The hand and the cycle
    The sardar jumped over the moon
    The scales were perturbed
    To see such sport
    And Punjab ran away with the broom

    Old Mumbai had many trees
    Old Mumbai had many trees
    T-R-E-E-S
    And on her land they built a metro
    M-E-T-R-O
    With a cut-cut here
    And a chop-chop there
    Here a cut, there a chop
    Everywhere a chop chop
    Old Mumbai had many trees
    B-M-C- NOT-OK

    Rahul da Cunha is an adman, theatre director/playwright, photographer and traveller. Reach him at rahuldacunha62@gmail.com

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