Wednesday, October 10, 2018

An old observation

The rain it raineth every day
Upon the just and unjust fella
But chiefly on the just because
The unjust stole the just's umbrella.

Somewhere, somehow, somebody wrote the old rhymes that the children took up. Somebody had to write the folk songs. I wonder what they'd have thought if you'd told them that nobody would remember their names, but everybody would remember their songs.

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