I never really figured out Mother Goose
Or why Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
I never could grasp sticking your thumb in a pie
Or why Mother Hubbard didn’t go shopping at the mall
I was confused that Peter Pan flew
And that his girlfriend was some little fairy
I couldn’t get why the wolf wasted his breath
When there was more pork at the store then he could carry
And what about Ms. Muffitt and her spiders?
Didn’t she realize that even they needed to be fed
And the little girl who wore a red hood
How could she be fooled with a wolf in her bed?
Talk about weird, what about those bears
The family that found Goldilocks in their house
And let’s not forget the poor farmer’s wife
Who had a hard time killing of all things a blind mouse
And why I am thinking of strange encounters
What about one with a princess and seven old men
What kind of lessons were we being taught
That the world was just as crazy back then?
But her I now sit with a child on my lap
Reading delightfully from some nursery rhyme
For no matter how the tale goes or ends
I couldn’t think of a better way to spend time
