Poem -

Husha Husha We All Fall Down

Husha Husha We All Fall Down

Husha husha we all fall down
Gonna take you back a few years
Everything was exciting and new
Memories we all hold so dear

First time riding a two-wheel bike
Mom thought we'd break a leg
Climbing aboard some floating ice
Painting some Easter eggs

Our first encounter with puppy love
That pretty young thing next door
Suddenly she's not just one of the guys
Feelings never felt before

An interview for our very first job
Nervous with hair all slicked down
Catching two people in the stock room
Passionately messing around

These things we all remember
With fondness and tears in our eyes
So sad we have to leave them behind
These feelings you just can't buy

Husha husha we all fall down
These memories are so bittersweet
They help us through the tough times
Making our lives complete!

Ring-a ring-a rosies
A pocket full of posies
Husha Husha
We all fall down.

The rhyme originated from the plague in London in 1665. The red rings on the skin were the
first sign of the plague. The posies were the herbs and spices carried by people because
they thought the disease was carried in the smell. The last part was when the person died. The
rhyme continued to be used referencing smallpox outbreaks, long after the Great Fire of
London in 1666 burnt out the spread of plague
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