Reading Notes (Nursery Rhymes Part 1)

Growing up, my childhood was full of sweet songs and nursery rhymes every night before bed. They served as the blanket that covered us and kept us safe throughout the night. I love nursery rhymes and have always had a soft spot for the innocent, naive characters they carry inside of them. When I saw that there was a lesson about Nursery Rhymes I immediately wanted to take a look and was pleasantly surprised by the results. Here are a few of my notes and things I noticed about these tales:

1. They are divided into subcategory but not necessarily by the stories within them.
2. A lot of the classifications have to do with "genre" or context.
3. The majority of them use old English. Maybe it would be a good idea to take one of these stories and use the same format and layout but modernize it instead.
4. Each stanza has about 4 lines only, while other stories only have 2.
5. There is a very particular followed format own each story but that doesn't necessarily translate form one story to another.
6. I really like the first story under "Games".

(Jack Be Nimble)

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