"Goosey goosey gander,
Whither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady's chamber.
There I met an old man
Who wouldn't say his prayers,
So I took him by his left leg
And threw him down the stairs."
I always feel there is a grain of truth in a nursery rhyme.
A small and belated September update for 2024, where I am still, after many years' membership, on 365 Project, also now posting elsewhere but wanting...
I think nursery rhymes and children's traditional stories ARE sinister. Perhaps the children don't think about the meaning in the same way as we do?!