[262] in Vegetarian_Support_Group
humane mother goose
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Laura C Dilley)
Thu Nov 17 23:29:35 1994
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Date: Thu, 17 Nov 1994 23:28:26 EST
From: Laura C Dilley <elsiedee@MIT.EDU>
The following will sound familiar from some of your childhoods -- but
with a humane twist. :)
Laura
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From: "James O. Mayor" <MAYOR@SAI-3.SWALES.COM>
Subject: Humane Mother Goose
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THE HUMANE MOTHER GOOSE
by B. Freedman and J. Villanueva
_____________________________
Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
No, sir, no, sir,
Not for you to pull,
Don't lock me up, sir,
And don't give me pain,
And don't try to use me
For your personal gain.
_____________________________
Bye, baby bunting,
Daddy's never hunting,
Would not use animal skins
To wrap the baby bunting in.
_____________________________
Goosey, goosey gander,
Wither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady's chamber.
There I met an old man
Who was in such despair,
I took him gently by the arm
And gave him tender care.
_____________________________
Humpty Dumpty
Sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty
Had a great fall;
But some brave horses
And some kind men
came and caught Humpty
In a soft pen.
_____________________________
Hush-a-bye, baby,
On the tree top,
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks
The cradle won't fall,
Mommy will catch you,
Cradle, and all.
_____________________________
Jack Sprat would eat no fat,
His wife would eat no lean,
They loved the animals, you see,
So lived on grains and beans.
_____________________________
Little Ms Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating her
Soy curd pate;
There came a big spider,
Who sat down beside her,
And so she said,
"Please, won't you stay?"
_____________________________
Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds,
Escaped from a pie.
When the pie was opened,
The birds began to sing;
"How dare you try to catch us
And put us in that thing!"
_____________________________
Taffy was a Welshman,
Taffy ate no meat;
Taffy came to my house
And said he hated beef.
I said to Taffy then,
"Tell me why you moan."
Taffy said no creature
Should have flesh torn from bone.
I said to Taffy then,
"I get what you said.
I'll never eat meat again,
I'll just be veggie-fed."
_____________________________
There was a little man,
And he had a little gun,
And his bullets were made
Of lead, lead, lead;
He went to the brook,
To shoot a little duck,
but he chose to save him
Instead, stead, stead.
He took his gun home
To his kind wife Joan,
And bade her a fire for
To make, make, make,
There to destroy the gun
He used in the brook,
Never to remake that
Mistake, take, take.
So he went to the brook
With some bread in a pail,
To feed the little duck
'Til dark, dark, dark.
He went home hoping
They'd meet again soon,
And away flew the duck with
A quack, quack, quack.
_____________________________
There was an old woman
Who lived in a shoe,
She knew of homeless children
And she hoped to help a few,
So she gave them a home
And she kept them well-fed;
She kissed them all gently
And put them to bed.
_____________________________
This little piggie's not for market,
He shall live happily at home,
Eating his corn and his mashed beets,
Merrily he likes his fun.
This little piggie's content and free on his own.
_____________________________
See them have fun!
They all ran up to
The farmer's wife,
She gave them some fruit
Much to their delight,
She's doing her part
To sustain all life,
With three kind mice.
_____________________________
To market, to market,
To buy peas and figs;
Home again, home again,
Jiggity-jig;
To eat with the vegetables
Grown near the bog;
Home again, home again,
Jiggity-jog.
_____________________________
Tom, Tom,
The piper's son,
Saved a pig
And away he run;
So none could eat
The pig so sweet,
Together they ran
Down the street.
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