When we were very young

[pomes]

My little baby has standy-up legs
My little baby has bendy knees
My little baby has a wobbly bottom
Does your little baby have these?

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Who's a munchkin, baby bunchkin?
Who's a baba, baba boo?
Who's a little cuddle lumpkin?
I think I think it's you!

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One, two, baba boo!
Three, four, we love you more!
Five, six, you're full of tricks!
Seven, eight, and aren't you great!
Nine, ten, start again!

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Who's a lucky mucky puppy?
Who's a lucky baba boo?
Who's a lucky darling ducky?
I think I think it's you!

(Ed: these are inexhaustible, as far as we can tell, but the most popular is the first.)

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[clanwilliam.livejournal.com]

< Dropping in from a future edition of the Encyclopedia Galactica >

The Linnea Cycle, by A. Leamy, is generally credited with having changed the face of Prehistoric English poetry. The simple stanzas, the cunning use of repetition, and above all, the sheer gormless love of the author for "Linnea" proved that poetry could revolutionise the world.

It is believed that they were written for L.N. Leamy Collier, the legendary, almost mythological heroine of the 21st century, who brought about world peace, ended famine, established a truly egalitarian worldwide regime, stopped spam, won every single Nobel prize on offer three times, and, most famously, invented the electronic feedback keyboard whereby Bofhs were able to instil sensible computer behaviour into "lusers" by means of sharp shocks delivered to the keyboard. This last was, apparently, in response to the premature ageing of her father, R.R. Collier, and two shadowy figures known only as "Uncle Gideon" and "Unca Donal" who all suffered severely from the aforementioned "lusers". All three men lived long and happy fulfilled lives after this superb invention.

It is generally accepted by all sensible critics that Leamy Collier could not have managed these truly astonishing feats without the inspiration and influence of the Linnea Cycle.

You killin' me!

[ailbhe]

I die, Horatio. Horatio, I am dead.

But she's lovely and I see no reason to afflict her with gorm-tinted love (no Leamy in her name - we left it out for aesthetic reasons. I suppose she might put it back in).

And come on, some of them - not today's, I admit, though she likes them - are good!

Re: You killin' me!

[clanwilliam.livejournal.com]

Actually, I love 'em. I can hear you saying them. Hell, I can hear my sisters saying them. I can hear my mother saying them.

I may have to collect them, bind them elegantly in a slim volume, and send them around the family.