The Catcher in the Rye
End of Chapter 16
I passed by this playground and stopped and watched a couple of very tiny kids on a seesaw, they were chanting nursery rhymes and all. One of them was sort of fat, and I put my hand on the skinny kids' end, to sort of even up the weight, but you could tell they didn't want me around, so I let them alone.
Those lousy kids put that goddamn Three Blind Mice rhyme in my head; it depressed the hell out of me.
I remember once, when I took old Allie to the park and he sang that same corny song. It was his favourite rhyme, no kidding. He would sing that song at the top of his voice. I started to sin it to myself just for the hell of it:
"Three Blind Mice,
Three Blind Mice,
See how they run,
See how they run,
They all ran after the phony farmers' wife,
Who cut of their tails with a crummy carving knife
Have you ever seen such a thing in your life?
As Three lousy Blind Mice."
Boy that song gave me a royal pain in the ass.