I had no idea that I was required to preview nursery rhymes before reading them to my daughter. But apparently so.
Last night I read the nursery rhyme below to my daughter and was horrified by the words coming out of my mouth.
The modern day translation to this nursery rhyme goes something like this:
Hey, look. A goose is in your house. Where is it going? Upstairs and downstairs and into your bedroom.
Oh, and while I was in your bedroom, following the goose, I found an atheist who refused to acknowledge God’s existence. So I grabbed him by the leg, dragged him down the hall, and flung him down the stairs.
Damn atheist. Serves him right.