Wednesday, October 29, 2008


Fe Fi Fo Fum
I smell the blood of an Englishman
Be he alive or be he dead
I’ll grind his bones to make my bread

I was taught this rhyme as a child. Isn’t that just special?

1 comment:

Unknown said...

I've been reading the girls a few rhymes from the books we have. I tend to wonder the same thing. Who thought that was a good thing to teach to kids? Now I'm getting more selective about the ones I read.