Beginning at the End
I remember playing the role of Rumplestiltskin in a school play back in grade one or grade two. The tune and lines of the little man's song have been with me since. "Rumplestiltskin, one two, three." I thought that this was the beginning of the song and the rest constantly escaped me. I retrieved the mimeographed script from a trunk and found that it was the end — no wonder I couldn't recall la suite!
Rumplestiltskin, little and old,I now note that the script was printed in a child's hand — good for memorization.
Rumplestiltskin, spinning gold
Can she guess the name for me
Rumplestiltskin, one two, three
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And so for day 1900
25.02.2012