What are the names of all of the songs that mean children used to sing to overweight children?
Chris Tsao
children used to sing many years ago to tease fat kids, but I was too
lazy to write down the words, so now I forgot what it is.
I remember in that TV show Happy Days, Maryanne (sp.) reminds Tom
Bosley that when he was a kid, that they used to sing Fat Fat The
Water Rat to him, and that show took place in the 1950s, and he
probably played someone pushing 50 even though he was older in real
life, so that means that the song was sung in the 1920s.
Chris Tsao
Or the teens. I researched the song last week. It didn't occur to me
to check the date it was penned.
mm
When and where I went to school no one ever teased anyone, so I
woudln't know. The worst thing we did was choose up sides for
baseball, etc. where someone got chosen last, but there were no
snickers or verbal insults accompanying this.
In our class of 30, the same ones every year, we had two girls who
never knew the answer to the teacher's questions. One was fat and the
other was almost ugly. Everyone waited patiently while they tried to
answer. There was another girl who answered the questions ok, and
looked ok, but stuttered pretty badly. It took her a long time to get
the answer out, but the other 29 of us sat their patiently until she
did.
My recollection is that this was true from the first day of the first
grade, that the teacher never had to say a word to prevent rudeness.
My best friend and I and probably a lot of others had not gone to
kindergarden, but maybe there had been some instruction on this during
kindergarden to those who went. I don't know. (Actually, my mother
later implied there was a kindergarden that we didn't go to, but I
never saw a kindergarden class, and there was no other public building
it could have met in. Maybe there was no kindergarden at all.)
Our behaviour on the playground was no worse than in class.
All of this was true from the first grade to the middle of the sixth
grade when I moved with my family to another state.
In the fifth grade I had already heard or read the expression, several
times I think, "Children can be so cruel" and I remember on one
occasion --it was after school and I even remember where I was
standing -- comparing that with my own classmates and wondering, "I
wonder what they mean by that." Because I had never seen it. It was
only later, after we had more than one tv station, that I saw movies
or tv shows where that kind of unkind, even cruel behaviour in school
was dramatized.
This was a town in far Western Pennsylvania with a population of
50,000, in the 50's. It was 1.7 miles from our house to my father's
office in the center of downtown. The edge of town was maybe another
mile north. The south, east, and west sides of town were even
smaller. While I lived on an upper-middle income street, in a small
town no neighborhood is very big. So the two upper income streets
were only 3 blocks away and there were lower-middle income streets
within the area that the school drew from, and tiny little bungalows
on side streets. I note income and I deduce what the income was from
the size and cost of the houses. Class is not a variable, because as
this story shows, all those kids had class.
When the high school was having the 25th reunion of the class I would
have been in, had I stayed there, I considered it the 31st reunion of
my sixth grade class and I went. Counting me, 6 or maybe even 7 of
the 30 of us were there. I had a chance to talk for a while to the
ugly one who couldn't answer any of the questions. She seemed to be
of normal or better intelligence. She and her husband had lived in
France for a year or two and she spoke French, she had kids, a career
iirc. I didn't disclose any of the attitudes my best friend and I had
about her or others at the time, except very indirectly, maybe asking
about other classmates, I may have brought up a couple topics. She
said she was incredibly shy when little, and wasn't able to talk in
class. She said that her mother never washed her hair, and indeed
that was the problem, that her dark wavy, almost shoulder length hair
drooped like the hair on a stereotypical witch, not as straight as a
witch's, but close. Yes, that was it. Whatever her face had looked
like, the hair caught one's attention and made her look bad.
I asked about teasing in the school, and she said she did get teased
in junior or maybe high school for being tall. But at least she and
everyone in my class got through the first six or more years without
any teasing.
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John Varela
(in article <fpsq349fuvk1sb8jb...@4ax.com>):
> looked ok, but stuttered pretty badly. It took her a long time to get
> the answer out, but the other 29 of us sat their patiently until she
> did.
Oy.
> In the fifth grade I had already heard or read the expression, several
> times I think, "Children can be so cruel" and I remember on one
> occasion --it was after school and I even remember where I was
> standing -- comparing that with my own classmates and wondering, "I
> wonder what they mean by that." Because I had never seen it. It was
> only later, after we had more than one tv station, that I saw movies
> or tv shows where that kind of unkind, even cruel behaviour in school
> was dramatized.
In about fifth grade a girl of subnormal intelligence was put in our class.
She was teased unmercifully, to the point where she would become hysterical.
She was soon removed from the school. Her name was Norma and I've always had
a bad feeling about that name.
--
John Varela
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Chris Tsao
> On Tue, 27 May 2008 21:47:51 -0700 (PDT), Chris Tsao
>
I haven't ever been in a gradeschool class that nice. This is
suprising. I was even in a class of just three students for like six
months when I was in the fourth grade and not only were we all against
one another and displaying it, the teacher used to mess with us. I
refused to bathe and this was at a boarding school, so she threatened
me with a story about how she once forced one of her boys into a bath
and bathed him. There was this psycho boy Victor and he knocked this
really really big kid down and kicked him in (probably) the ribs he
screamed out in pain.
One time, I turned to victor and making my face look horny and panting
imitating the sound of a dog panting and with my tongue hanging out, I
said, while making believe that I was talking to our teacher, "Hi Mrs.
Troost." Then I sat there cracking up because she was a little old
gray-haired lady, so Victor finks on me and imitates me for her, so
she charged me from accross the room and whacked me with a really long
ruler.
I was his roommate for probably less than a week because he kept
challenging me to fight, so I complained and they put in a crowded
room with three older kids.
Once I saw some older kid from my dorm waiting on the bottom of a hill
by the road with his suitcase, so I walked down to him and asked him
what he was doing, and he told me that he was running away. I got all
excited thinking that this was my big chance to get out, so I asked
him if I can go with him and he agreed. Then, he immediately decided
that he didn't want to run away anymore, but he didn't tell me for
like a day or more. He kept leading me on. If my memory serves me
correctly, I either packed a suitcase or had discussed with what to
pack or both.
My mother sent me there against my will for a half a year, then two
years later, she sent me to sleepaway camp against my will and I was
like uh-uh. I purposely got my little butt thrown out. I kept
complaining to the other kids in my bunk how much it sucked to be
there and I found out that the owner Doc Sobol (sp.) wasn't big on
that, and I flat out refused to play any sports and ignored a
counslers (sp.) orders to stop cursing, but kicked up a notch because
of that.
My mother told me that on visiting day, Doc Sobol came right up to her
raging immediately after getting out of her car in the parking lot and
said, "Your son is a cancer!"
Then a few years later, she died, so my father sent me to a sleepawy
camp against my will, but it was only for a month, so that wasn't
enough time for me to get myself kicked out. I wouldn't hardly play
sports or do much, so a councelor used to make me sit out in the hot
sun and come and hold my hand with the logic that that's embarrassing
me, but I don't embarrass easily.
Then, a year later, my father sent me on a teen tour against my will
and told me that if I get kicked out, I'm going to summer camp. I
accidentally came close to it a few times making enemies with one of
the counselors. I left a restaurant without permission, he ordered me
back in and told me to stay there. Then a bunch of kids went right
outside the restaurant in the front, not more that fifteen feet from
the door, so I did and he came out screaming at me like a maniac and I
told him that they all came outside and he told me that he told me
personally to stay inside and I yelled like a maniac back at him. I
kept answering him back and taunting him, so he tried to contact my
father at his job and asked me for his work number, so I lied and told
him he's a school teacher knowing that he can't call him at a school
because it's closed. His wife wondered out loud in a doubtful voice
how my father could afford to send me on the tour.
Last November I saw a personal ad from a girl I had a humongous crush
on in the fifth grade back in 1975 and then again in junior high, so I
have been dieting and excersising. I have thirty-four pounds to go
until I;m ready to answer her ad. I taped her picture in my living
room where I excersize to help motivate me. That means I've been
taping her picture to walls for thirty-three years. My mother figured
out that I had a crush on a girl in my class because I taped our class
picture right above my bed and would scream at her for touching it.
I saw a documentary last night that I rented from Blockbuster Online
about Truman Capote. He got picked on as a child. Probaly not
physically so much, the anouncer meant verbally. The kids made fun of
his voice and mannerisms. Also, he was way shorter than Marlyn Monroe
and my friend passed by RoberT Blake on the street and my friend said
he's 5'2 and Truman Capote and Robert Blake were in a photograph
together and Truman was like two and a half inches shorter.
Chris Tsao
Correction; MY friend said Robert Blake looks 5'3.
The Grammer Genious
> About five months ago, I heard a song that was probably a song that
> children used to sing many years ago to tease fat kids, but I was too
Fatty fatty two-by-four,
Couldn't get through the bathroom door.
So he did it on the floor,
Licked it up and did some more.
Chinese children chant this to a child with a large head:
Da tou, da tou,
xia yu bu chou,
bie ren you san,
ni you DA TOU!
("Big head, big head,
When it rains, don't worry.
Other people have umbrellas,
You have a big head.")
Chris Tsao
wrote:
> Fatty fatty two-by-four,
> Couldn't get through the bathroom door.
> So he did it on the floor,
> Licked it up and did some more.
Even though I've never heard this song before, I think I somehow know
what the melody is.
Thank you, by the way.
Pat Durkin
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> "Chris Tsao" <rigid...@aol.com> wrote
>> About five months ago, I heard a song that was probably a song that
>> children used to sing many years ago to tease fat kids, but I was too
>> lazy to write down the words, so now I forgot what it is.<...>
>
> Fatty fatty two-by-four,
> Couldn't get through the bathroom door.
> So he did it on the floor,
> Licked it up and did some more.
We merely chanted:
Fatty, Fatty, two-by-four
Can't get through the kitchen door.
Fatty, Fatty four-by-eight
Can't get through the barnyard gate.
We used the nya nya nya nya nya nyaa (nowadays referred to as neener
neener. . .I think.)
joetaxpayer
The Grammer Genious wrote:
And to tease the youngest in the group;
Baby, baby,
Stick your head in gravy.
Wash it off in Bubble gum.
Send it to the Navy.
To this day I don't understand why bubble gum is a solvent for gravy.
Joe
mm
<joeta...@nospam.com> wrote:
>
>
>And to tease the youngest in the group;
>
>Baby, baby,
>Stick your head in gravy.
>Wash it off in Bubble gum.
>Send it to the Navy.
>
>To this day I don't understand why bubble gum is a solvent for gravy.
>Joe
While we're talking about incomprehensible children's things:
What does "olly olly ox in free" mean, when playing tag?
The Grammer Genious
> <...>
> While we're talking about incomprehensible children's things:
>
> What does "olly olly ox in free" mean, when playing tag?
It's for hide-and-seek. It means everyone who is still out (hiding) may come
in free -- without being tagged as found. It is supposed to be "All-ee
all-ee outs in free," which is exactly what everyone in my neighborghood
always said when I was a child, before a bunch of ignorant people started
screwing it up because they couldn't understand plain English.
joetaxpayer
mm wrote:
> While we're talking about incomprehensible children's things:
>
> What does "olly olly ox in free" mean, when playing tag?
>
> If you are inclined to email me
> for some reason, remove NOPSAM :-)
It's "olly olly oxen free". That clear things up? :P
Wikipedia has an origin, but it's suspect, not worth repeating.
Joe
Pat Durkin
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OK. (I agree.) But who has ever played "annie eye over"?
mm
<waup...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>"mm" <NOPSAM...@bigfoot.com> wrote
>> <...>
>> While we're talking about incomprehensible children's things:
>>
>> What does "olly olly ox in free" mean, when playing tag?
>
>It's for hide-and-seek.
Oh, of course. Thank you.
>It means everyone who is still out (hiding) may come
>in free -- without being tagged as found. It is supposed to be "All-ee
>all-ee outs in free,"
Sounds Canadian. At least "oots" does. If it rhymes with hoots.
But if it rhymes with bouts, then I understand.
> which is exactly what everyone in my neighborghood
>always said when I was a child, before a bunch of ignorant people started
>screwing it up because they couldn't understand plain English.
They were usually 20 feet or more when they yelled this, so that's my
excuse and I'm sticking too it.
Chris R
"mm" <NOPSAM...@bigfoot.com> wrote in message
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> On Fri, 30 May 2008 20:21:58 GMT, "The Grammer Genious"
> <waup...@yahoo.com> wrote:
>
>>"mm" <NOPSAM...@bigfoot.com> wrote
>>> <...>
>>> While we're talking about incomprehensible children's things:
>>>
>>> What does "olly olly ox in free" mean, when playing tag?
>>
>>It's for hide-and-seek.
>
> Oh, of course. Thank you.
>
>>It means everyone who is still out (hiding) may come
>>in free -- without being tagged as found. It is supposed to be "All-ee
>>all-ee outs in free,"
>
> Sounds Canadian. At least "oots" does. If it rhymes with hoots.
> But if it rhymes with bouts, then I understand.
>
go!" or "get a move on") is noticeable.
Chris R
Gridley
It probably was sung in the 1920s. My older sister was found of
reciting it in the 1940s. The version I heard was
"Fat, fat, the water rat.
Fifty bullets in his hat."
Mike Mooney
>
> When and where I went to school no one ever teased anyone
>
><big snip>
>
That is truly staggering.
Mike M
Mike Mooney
>
> Last November I saw a personal ad from a girl I had a humongous crush
> on in the fifth grade back in 1975 and then again in junior high, so I
> have been dieting and excersising. I have thirty-four pounds to go
> until I;m ready to answer her ad. I taped her picture in my living
> room where I excersize to help motivate me. That means I've been
> taping her picture to walls for thirty-three years. My mother figured
> out that I had a crush on a girl in my class because I taped our class
> picture right above my bed and would scream at her for touching it.
>
Oh dear.
Oh VERY dear.
Mike M