Little Man

There was a little man, and he had a little gun,
And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;
He shot Johnny King through the middle of his wig,
And knocked it right off his head, head, head.

It’s hard to say exactly what happened here. Is this an assassination attempt, poorly executed? Or a case of stupidity and excessive horseplay? Was Johnny King a real king, a horrible tyrant deserving of assassination? Was the little man his friend or a sworn enemy? Were they drunk? Was Johnny King a willing participant in this stupid game? Were these highly skilled circus performers? I don’t think I have enough information to judge whether this rhyme is keeper or a junker, but ambiguity seems a poor choice with this subject matter.

Verdict: Write the rhyme on a large sheet of paper and use it for target practice. Continue reading →