I read this lovely post by Chelle McCann yesterday: Memories and it reminded me of a rhyme that mum made up for me.
A rhyme just for me.
That my mum used to recite whilst tracing circles on my upturned palm and then she would tickle me under the armpit.
I loved that I had my very own rhyme. It was special. It was mine and my mum’s.
Nobody elses.
Until
One day.
I heard Mr B sing it. My head shot round like an owl who has heard a mouse.
“Where did you get that from?” I shouted at him. “Only my mum and I know that story”.
“Don’t be ridiculous” he said. “It’s Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear. Everybody knows it”
Oh
I was 41.
oh what was your song? My mum used to say (and I say to my granddaughter who loves to do it back to us..)
Round and round the garden,
Like a teddy bear.
One step
Two steps
TICKLEY under there….
As you say, the first two lines are circled on the palm, then two steps up the arm and tickly under the armpit…
Well done Mr B!
It ended: “one step, two steps and tickle him under there”
Lynne prompts a re-think.
On review Mr B is going for a different thing:
Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear,
Fuzzy wuzzy had no hair
So Fuzzy wuzzy wasn’t fuzzy – wuzzy?,
At least it wasn’t Fuzzy Duck…
He lies. It’s yours
Ducky Fuzz?
I had forgotten all about Fuzzy Wuzzy! My Mum used to say it to me too!