A/N: Once again, obscure nursery rhymes have provided a solution to the perennial problem of how to while away these bleak autumnal evenings*. (and, yes, I realise it's not autumn but feels like it in my imagination so that's close enough).
*The Adventure of the Noble Bachelor, ACD.
Disclaimer: Sherlock, John, and related characters do not belong to me. Copyrights on the nursery rhymes that form the framework for my ramblings are long since lost along with the original authors.
Good Night
Mystery fans, good night, sleep tight,
Sherlock naps, at last, in chair;
If you wake him, twould be spite,
For John, this once, has no care.
Softly tiptoe! Let them be,
Thieves may steal; criminals flee.
But never fear, all in time,
Dawn will come for solving crime.
~o~
Baby dear, good night, good night,
Doggie lies in slumbers deep;
Hush-a-bye, my treasure bright,
Pussy, too, is fast asleep.
Don't you wake them! If you do,
Pups will bark, and Puss will mew.
Go to sleep, and never fear,
Mother will call when morning's near.
Old Cases, POV: Lestrade
Old case to crack
New case to crack;
If I'd as much brain
As Holmes can pack,
I never would cry,
"Help, case to crack!"
~o~
Old chairs to mend
Old chairs to mend;
If I'd as much money
As I could spend,
I never would cry
"Old chairs to mend"
~o~
Mycroft's Tea
Oh, Pillykin, Willykin, Winky Wee!
How does dear Mycroft take his tea?
He takes it with gentry and not at the pub,
He takes it with silence in Diogene's Club;
He takes it therefore and he takes it therein,
Oh, Pinky-doodle and Jollapin!
~o~
A/N: An American rhyme by Laura E. Richards that according to legend was often read by President Theodore Roosevelt to his two children.
Oh, Pillykin, Willykin, Winky Wee!
How does the President take his tea?
He takes it with melons, he takes it with milk,
He takes it with syrup and sassafras silk;
He takes it without and he takes it within,
Oh, Pinky-doodle and Jollapin!
~o~
Sally
Sally sharp Owl
Put on a fierce scowl,
And in a surprising shot
Matched Sherlock's growl.
~o~
"You're all so obtuse;
Men are such a pain,
And those who annoy me not
Are dead, I deign."
~o~
Pussy cat Mole
Jumped over a coal,
And in her best petticoat
Burnt a great hole.
Poor pussy's weeping
She'll have no more milk
Until her best petticoat's
Mended with silk.
~o~