Saturday, September 1, 2012

Home Again, Home Again, Jiggety Jig

Rayne sings that every time we return from anywhere, be it Ikea or Tanzania. I once asked him where it came from.

My dad used to say it all the time. I think he made it up, he responded.

Well, not exactly. It took seeing it on my friend's Facebook page to disabuse us of the notion that Rayne's dad was Mother Goose.

Here is the Mother Goose nursery rhyme, courtesy of apples4theteacher.com:

To market, to market, to buy a fat pig.
Home again, home again, jiggety jig.
To market, to market, to buy a fat hog,
Home again, home again, jiggety jog.
To market, to market, to buy a plum bun,
Home again, home again, market is done. 

Not so pleasant a thought, to be honest. A fat pig, a fat hog and a plum bun? What were those people making for dinner? Gross. Then again, I'm not much of a meat eater.

We still say it every time. So there you are.

Home again, home again, jiggety jig. Goodbye August; hello Brooklyn.

Photo by ralph & jenny, licensed under Creative Commons.