Three Blind Mice as a tool to innately teach musical complexity. Look how it's structured: three descending notes, simple as can be. Then we bump it up a notch, running up a fifth (or is it a third?) into the first harmonic structure, and we ad that little double-note skip. Then we head into a full-blown almost-jazz riff that's up to the next harmonic layer, and suffused with complexity: a primary melody backed up by the easy rhythm of the first two. Then we collapse it all down again into an echo of the first section all over again, sealing the deal and reinforcing the communion between the sections. Brilliant.
I do not like thee, Doctor Fell,Why does bottled water have an expiration date? What happens when it goes bad? I sense a superhero origin story coming out here.
The reason why, I cannot tell;
But this I know, and know full well,
I do not like thee, Doctor Fell.
Birds of a feather flock together,As much fun as it would be, you cannot lose weight by farting. And if you could, it would be a very ugly thing indeed.
And so will pigs and swine;
Rats and mice will have their choice,
And so will I have mine.
Barber, barber, shave a pig!My brain is going to be absolutely insufferable today.
How many hairs to make a wig?
Four and twenty, that's enough!
Give the barber a pinch of snuff.
Bat, bat, come under my hat,I'm hungry. Perhaps I shall make breakfast.
And I'll give you a slice of bacon;
And when I bake,
I'll give you a cake,
If I am not mistaken.
I love little pussy,Or maybe watch some porn.
Her coat is so warm,
And if I don't hurt her,
She'll do me no harm.
So I'll not pull her tail,
Nor drive her away,
But pussy and I,
Very gently will play.
Three wise men of GothamThe lesson here: never go sailing in kitchen appliances. There's another rhyme about Three Babies in a Cuisinart, but it's just too sad for words.
Went to sea in a bowl;
If the bowl had been stronger,
My song would have been longer.