Most of my friends remember the rhymes they were taught in nursery school. I don't. But one rhyme has stuck in my head. The sisters at the convent in Kolar taught me that one. It goes this way:
Ramaswamy's Legs are Short,
But His Nose is Long!
And this must be sung a la "Old McDonald had a Farm" (of which I know only two lines)
Thankfully for Mr. Ramaswamy, I don't remember the rest of the rhyme.
