It seems there’s a sesquipedalian version to the classic “Three Blind Mice” folk rhyme about a trio of rodents with impaired vision. Need a visual yourself? Try this one. This is part of a complete episode.
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Inkhorn terms are bloated, fancy, show-off words formed by cramming Latin and Greek roots into English. The name references little bottles made from animal horn that 14th-century English scribes used to carry their ink. Lexicographer Henry...
The only one I know is:
Scintillate, scintillate, global vivific,
Oh, could I fathom thy nature specific.
Poised up above in the ether capacious,
Greatly resembling a gem carbonaceous.
Scintillate, scintillate, global vivific,
Oh, could I fathom thy nature specific.
There is an old one I learned many years ago at camp. It shows what happens when all the counselors are college students. Let me start with the original first.
Show me the way to go home
I’m tired and I want to go to bed
I had a little drink about an hour ago
and it went straight to my head
Wherever I may roam
On land or sea or foam
Show me the way to go home
I’m tired and I want to go to bed
And now the souped up, complicated version
Indicate the route to my habitual abode
I’m fatigued and I desire to retire
I imbibed a mighty beverage 60 minutes ago
And it went straight to my cerebellum
Where ever I may perambulate
Terra firma or H2O
Indicate the route to my habitual abode
I’m fatigued and I desire to retire
Growing up, we learned this version of “Row Row Row Your Boat.” I don’t know where it came from:
Propel, propel, propel your craft
Swiftly through liquid solution.
Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically,
Existence is just an illusion.