Dear Soros,
Your post sent me to the nursery rhymes. Guess what I found:
"Rub-a-dub-dub
Three men in a tub,
And how do you think they got there?
The butcher, the baker, the candlestick-maker --
They all jumped out of a rotten potato!
'Twas enough to make a fish stare."
Three men? But now there are only "two little millionaire boys".
"One little, two little, three little Indians
Four little, five little, six little Indians
Seven little, eight little, nine little Indians
Ten little Indian boys.
Ten little, nine little, eight little Indians
Seven little, six little, five little Indians
Four little, three little, two little Indians [millionaires?]
One little Indian boy."
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Hey, Soros. Am I hot?
M.M. |
