The Only True Mother Goose Melodies
 
   
The real Mother Goose speaks...could she be Shakespeare's sister?
   

 

HEAR WHAT MA'AM GOOSE SAYS!

My dear little Blossoms, there are now in this world, and always
will be, a great many grannies besides myself, both in petticoats
and pantaloons, some a deal younger to be sure; but all monstrous
wise, and of my own family name. These old women, who never had
chick nor child of their own, but who always know how to bring up
other people's children, will tell you with very long faces, that
my enchanting, quieting, soothing volume, my all-sufficient anodyne
for cross, peevish, won't-be-comforted little bairns, ought to be
laid aside for more learned books, such as THEY could select and
publish. Fudge! I tell you that all their batterings can't deface
my beauties, nor their wise pratings equal my wiser prattlings;
and all imitators of my refreshing songs might as well write a new
Billy Shakespeare as another Mother Goose--we two great poets were
born together, and we shall go out of the world together.

No, no my Melodies will never die,
While nurses sing, or babies cry.

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