Eggs Laid by Tigers

Taught to the tune on a hickory stick

"School days, school days.
Dear old golden rule days.
Reading and writing and 'rithmetic.
Taught to the tune of a hickory stick."

This was before my day (1907) but not my daddy's. Woke up this morning, this song was on my mind.

I wasn't ever paddled in school ,but my brother was, and he was in high school, too. Practically a grown man.

They was strange in them days, and in all the days and centuries and ages before them, back to before the beginning of recorded rime.

Thas the way we are. Still, today, unto the seventh generation. We's only on the third. We've a ways to go.

The melody lingers on.

posted by durell douthit # 4:34 PM

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