Hey, I went to daycare when I was younger.  I learned things, so don’t blame me.  There were girls.  They were pretty… and they played hand games (stop that!).  You don’t say no to that, do you?  You take one for the team, you walk it off, you learn, for the sake of being next to the gals, shameful things like:

Miss Mary had a steamboat
The steamboat had a bell
Miss Mary went to Heaven
The steamboat went to–
— Hello, Operator
Please give me number 9
And if you disconnect me,
I’ll kick you from behind
The ‘fridgerator
There was a piece of glass
Miss Mary sat upon it
And broke her little
Ask me no more questions
I’ll tell you no more lies
The boys are in the bathroom
Zipping up their
Flies are in the meadow
The bees are in the park
The boys and girls are kissing
In the d-a-r-k, d-a-r-k, d-a-r-k
Dark, dark, dark!

My personal favorite, however, and the one I can’t believe is still floating around that great grey soup swishing about in my head, is the following:

Bo-bo, skee-ot-dot
Oon-not, oon-ney-ney
I am boom-boom
eenie-meenie, dot-dot
bo-bo, skee-ot-dot

Before you ask, no, I have no clue what it means.  But I do recall you were supposed to strike lightning-fast after the last line and pop the other person on the head.  Kids’ games, man–they’re frickin’ brutal.

I need to see if I can wrangle the Insta-Princess into working out the hand movements with me.  I’m rusty; maybe she recalls them.  If so, instant YouTube video.  Clearly, we’re meant to be Internet stars.