The Truth about Nursery Rhymes

Hush-a-bye baby, on the treetop,

When the wind blows the cradle will rock,

When the bough breaks the cradle will fall,

Down will come baby, cradle and all

I've bet you've all heard that Nursery Rhyme. It's song to children around the world, but I can't understand why. Is it supposed to be calming? The gently swaying of the tree in the breeze. But then a gust coming and bang the baby falls out of the tree. Enough to give a baby nightmares or even a phobia about trees! Oh but if you question them the mothers will say "but its just a story, a simple Nursery Rhyme, complete fiction!" And you will think yes, yes that's true, complete rubbish – to think, a baby falling out of a tree preposterous! Ahh yes that is what most people will think about most Nursery Rhymes, who'd of though a cow jumping over the moon? Ridiculous! But I can tell you for a fact these ludicrous, illogical even absurd rhymes are true. "Prove it!" I hear you shout. And I will, and I can tell that a cow jumped over a moon – I witnessed it! That King Cole is a merry old soul – I met him! And a baby fell out of a tree…I was that baby.

You may wonder how I, being a baby and all got into that tree. I shall tell you. My mother was the best gardener in the hole of Dickery (the kingdom I live in). On day she was asked to garden the royal garden, an opportunity she could not turn down, even if she had just given birth to a baby girl (me). She carted me off to the royal palace. It was a blistering hot day and my mother had to work on the rose bushes (all red of corse to please the Queen of hearts). Me, only being a baby needed to be kept in the shade and unfortunately there was only one scrawny little tree (if I may say the garden was not in the best form). This tree was so scrawny it gave no shade on the ground, so my mother had only one choice. She put my cradle in the branches of the tree, so the leaves would keep me cool.

Now my mother may not have done the best thing, but I was still kept cool, it was only for that unfortunate gust of wind, and the branch I was in broke right off the tree and I tumbled to the ground. Now I was fine, but my poor mother got such a shock she died from a heart attack. Yes it's very sad…and then there's me who was left motherless! Of corse all these rumours went flying around my fruit loop mother, putting her own baby in a tree. Well you now know that's not how it went! But still rumours are rumours and they get spread. And some how it got made into a rhyme and then a Nursery Rhyme! Very inappropriate if you ask me! But then you'd think most Nursery Rhymes are inappropriate if you new the real story behind them! Of corse I know most of them I do live in Dickory.

Don't believe me? Ok then… The Dickory rings a bell doesn't it? Like as in:

Hickory Dickory dock,

The mouse ran up the clock.

The clock struck one,

The mouse ran down,

Hickory Dickory dock.

So I bet you though the words Hickory, Dickory and dock were just some words made up so the Nursery Rhyme would rhyme right? Wrong! Hickory is actually the name of my friend Hickory (we just call him Hick), and he lives in Dickory. Now sadly Hickory's name rhymes with Dickory – the perfect combination for a cruel Nursery Rhyme! All you had to do was for something to happen… and it did. Hick was looking after his cousin's pet mouse for a while. Now poor, innocent Hick decided to let the mouse play in the hallway, a safe place for a mouse because they wasn't any furniture. But oh boy he was wrong. At the end of the hallway was a big grandfather clock, and you know what the mouse did? Of course you do! That little mouse ran straight up that clock, and do you know what happened when the clock struck one? No you don't. The arm on the clock struck one right into the little mouse's tummy! It practically stabbed him in the chest! Hick swore that clock was evil. But the poor mouse didn't stand a chance. Oh no, you may think he ran down the clock, but he really fell, and if he wasn't dead from the stab in his chest, he was dead from the two-metre fall. Poor Hick got a thumping for that. But it wasn't even his fault, not really. To make things worse, it got made in a Nursery Rhyme and he always gets upset when he hears it.

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Hey I just wrote that for fun, I had the idea in my head. I don't know if I'll make it into a story what do you think? Please review.

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