Jeri posted a quip in another thread, and I responded with a nursery rhyme: :

Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John,
Went to be with his stockings on,
One shoe off and one shoe on,
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John.

That made me think a bit. You know, I know lots of nursery rhymes and songs, and I've loved them all my life. It bothers me that I didn't teach them to my kids. I read them stories and sang 60's folk and rock 'n' roll songs, but I didn't teach them the classics and I feel guilty about it. Maybe that's why they became punk rockers.
How about the rest of you? What did you teach your children, and what do they cherish most of it?
-Joe Offer-