I may have mentioned this before, Azzizi, if not, in the neighborhood where I grew up, both girls and boys jumped rope, some times in mixed groups and some times in "girls only" or "boys only"
groups--this was in the middle fifties--I can't remember the whole thing, but here is the basic part--

Donna had a baby,
Named it Tiny Tim,
Put him in the bathtub
To see if he could swim
Drank up all the water
Ate up all the soap
Died last night
With a bubble in his throat.

Momma called the doctor,
Momma called the nurse,
Mama called the doctor
Mama called the nurse
Mama called the lady
With the Alligator Purse.

Too late for the doctor
Too late for the nurse
Too late for the lady
With the Aliigator Purse

One, two, three, four, etc.



My neighborhood was not one of the better ones, and we knew the lady with the alligator purse to be a social worker,because wherever misfortune visited, she followed --

The "bubble", it was later explained to me, was not from the soap, it was the membrane in the throat associated with diphtheria--

It strikes me that the business about eating the bathtub may have been one of those adult imposed "corrections" that hadn't filtered down to the kids on our block yet. They didn't catch tigers, either...