Playground songs or sayings when you were a child.

Whats the time Mr Wolf? Oh, its Catterick 6f time.

ibble obble black bobble ibble obble out.

eeny meeny miney mo

whenever there was a fight at primary school everybody would gather round and start chanting ow-it ow-it ow-it

They are all banned now.

If you do that again im gonna "punch you right up the bracket"

ip dip dog **** ******* ******* dirty git, you are not it

the ibble obble one was finished
turn the dirty dishcloth inside OUT

"i got myself a crying, talking, walking living doll" the young ones version in the early 80s

red jelly green jelly, snot and bogey pie, all mixed up with a dead dogs eye , spread it on toast, spread it thick and wash it down with a cup of old sick....

You`re it

Nobody loves me, everybody hates me,
Thinks I go and eat worms,
Big ones, Fat ones, Small ones, Skinny ones,
See how they squiggle and squirm,
Bite their heads off, suck their juice out,
Throw their skins away,
Nobody knows how much I like em,
Worms three times a day

^^^^
Very chit chat

nanana na na nana

chase me! chase me! :0

ix ox, donkeys cox, ix ox out

treble - did u go to an all girls skool?

forty three, forty four, forty five. coming ready or not.

45 and in. great game

Let's all go to tescos, where digby buys his best clothes, la la la la la la la la

Ip dip my little ship...........you are not it

was the version in darkest S. Wales

Joey

was that with a dozen sheep al?

Chin bowl (rubs chin with right hand). We added 'Chuck a bowl in yer face' for added impetus

Guilty.

'Anybody in the way will have a good kick' was a popular song for the girls, when we were finally unsegregated in the playground at Infants school.

A dozen or so of the girls in a line would link arms like a row of demented Tiller Girls, and remorselessly bear down on their subject before inflicting various punishments. You have to pay good money for something approaching that today.

Of course, it was all harmless fun and had no bearing whatsoever on my tastes in women later in life.

When there was a fight in Infants school it was called a SCRAP where we lived.

alun2005 02 Dec 14:24
Ip dip my little ship...........you are not it

was the version in darkest S. Wales



I remember that one well. Though we went 'ip dip little dog sh1t....you are not it'

Yes, that sounds like the Welsh

Eating an apple and school smelly kid would appear out of nowhwere saying "save us your core"

It's amazing to think back to my early schooldays at the start of the '60s in a rough working class part of Brum. It really didn't pay to be different, and my Irish accent set me apart straight away.

Everyone called me duck egg, because for some reason they thought that was what we ate all the time. My 1st week there I must have had a fight every day, and not always 1 on 1, but when i wouldn't give in, they got fed up trying to beat me.

Although 1 or 2 of the kids would play with me after school or at weekends, not one of them would at school for fear of reprisals.

However out of a class of 35, only 5 or 6 passed the 11 plus, the exam that determined what senior school you went to, and I got into one of the best schools in B'ham :)

Amazing how this thread brought it all back.

i get very nostalgic about my childhood - was at primary from 1980-1986. Beautiful days really but how so quickly it all goes......

Ip dip dog sh1t, you are not it

BUNNNNNNN-DLE was the rallying cry when a fight broke out

Itchy chin, rackon yah.

A dozen or so of the girls in a line would link arms like a row of demented Tiller Girls, and remorselessly bear down on their subject before inflicting various punishments.

pmsl I'd forgotten this one. ^ O