<img title="Illustration/Ravi Jadhav" src="http://images.mid-day.com/images/2017/feb/12nursery-1.jpg" alt="Illustration/Ravi Jadhav" /> Illustration/Ravi Jadhav
<img class="left" src="http://images.mid-day.com/images/2015/dec/rahul-da-cunha.jpg" alt="" width="200" height="54" />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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