Hear What Ma'am Goose Says!
My dear little Blossoms, there are now in
this world, and always
will be, a great many grannies beside
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
or child of their own, but who always know
how to bring up other
people's children, will tell you with long
faces that my enchanting,
quieting, soothing volume, my all-sufficient
anodyne for cross,
peevish, won't be-comforted little bairns,
ought be laid aside for
more learned books, such as they
could select and publish. Fudge!
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 another
Bill Shakespeare as
another Mother Goose--we two great poets
were born together, and
shall go out of the world together.
No, no, my melodies will never die,
While nurses sing, or babies cry.
From " The Only True Mother Goose
Melodies," Published by Munroe & Francis, Boston, 1833