If Mother Goose had lived in

Fayette County, these might be the rhymes they teach in schools today:

Little men in blue come, blow

your horn!

Turn on your siren, the motorists

to warn.

Pull them all over on Highway

74.

Write them a ticket so,

they speed no more.

Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, Huddle

House cook,

Make me a waffle and don't

overlook

The bacon and hashbrowns and

add syrup real nasty,

And come visit me when I'm

having angioplasty.

Jack be nimble, Jack be quick.

Jack, warm up before you jump

that candle stick.

Don't you know you could pull

a muscle!

To Kroger, to Kroger, to get

us some food,

Lost my wife and kids among

the multitude.

To Kroger, to Kroger, just

to get some taters,

Home again, home again, it's

two hours later.

Georgy Porgy, pudding pie,

Kissed the girls and made them

cry.

Poor little Georgy if only

he'd known

Eckerd sells Scope, as well

as cologne.

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall,

Humpty Dumpty started to fall;

But the Planning Commission,

Wouldn't grant him permission,

So, Humpty just went to the

mall.

Little Miss Boomer,

Born the consumer

Drove her SUV,

Just leaving home.

The traffic was backed up,

As she put on her makeup,

And dialed her cellular phone.