Worst Nursery Rhyme Ever

My friend Kate gave us a gorgeous Mother Goose collection when Harriet was born, and Stuart and I have been happily reacquainting ourselves with the rhymes since then. And Mem Fox does prescribe at least five nursery rhymes per day ("Begin on the day they are born. I am very serious about this: at least three stories and five nursery rhymes a day, if not more, and not only at bedtime, either") so we've been following her recommended dosages, and then some. We ended up receiving another collection used from our neighbours, and so now we've got Mother Goose for upstairs and down. And how wonderful, to discover these rhymes with their words and rhythms, and to realize we've known them all along, stored somewhere in the back of our minds but coming back to us just like that.

"Hey Diddle Diddle" is Harriet's favourite, we've decided, because it was the first nursery rhyme she ever heard (on her second day in the world, when we walked part way down the hall in the hospital, and stopped at the "Hey Diddle Diddle" mural, because I could go no further).

But we hate "Bat Bat". Neither Stuart nor I had heard it before, and when we found it in the first collection, we thought maybe the editor's son had written it, and they'd included it to be nice. Because it was a load of crap. But it's in our second book too, so it must be real:

Bat bat come under my hat
and I'll give you a slice of bacon
and when I bake
I'll give you cake
if I am not mistaken.

We're going to start skipping this one, so not to put Harriet off nursery rhymes altogether. They're all a bit goofy, but "Bat Bat" is idiotic: why would you want a bat under your hat? And would one be enticed by a slice of bacon? Who'd entice a bat? Do bats eat cake? And doesn't all of this suggest the narrator is indeed mistaken? Nonsense is one thing, but stupid is another.

Worst Nursery Rhyme Ever.