I'm not much for poetry but oh, how I find jump rope songs delightful! I remember singing about the days of the week, about how high elephants could jump and about how many boyfriends lived in France. And then there was the sound of the rope hitting the ground, accompanied by the stomp of tennis shoes on concrete and the whish of the rope slicing through the air. It was like little girl rap! When my little sister was very little, we'd have fun inventing new songs and here's one that always made us laugh:
A letter from the lady
From the Florida State
Came Monday in the mailbox,
It was three days late.
It asked me for a dollar,
I offered fifty cents.
It was to buy a ballroom
For the ladies and gents.
They sent an alligator,
The reptile of the state,
He was the cash collector
Just sent out to pass the plate.
I opened up the doorway,
He gave my spine a chill.
I ran and didn't wait
For change from my ten dollar bill.
My little sister, who was very little at the time, was learning about Florida in school that week which is how we hit upon the idea for this little song. There's something just so perfect about little girls jumping and singing. Do kids even do that any more? I sure hope so because the world can always use another song about hot peppers and about my mother, your mother living across the street.
There's Always Room For A Jump Rope Song
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