Synopsis
As inevitable as the first robin, as inevitable as the waving of dandelions in the winds of spring--just as inevitable is the appearance of jumping ropes on sidewalks and playgrounds throughout our country, when the snow and ice depart. My mother collected these charming chants, which are half-sung to the tune of the turning rope. Most of them are old as the hills, and they have been handed down from generation to generation. They are used with very little variation from coast to coast. My two sisters and I contributed a few of the jingles, our young friends added to these, and many came from organized groups throughout the nation. Even visitors to our home responded enthusiastically to Mother's queries on the subject. The following pages contain the most oft-repeated of these jingles. Mother dedicates them to the children of today. -- Greta Marie Worstell
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