Then I thought about children's rhymes that are about illness and disaster-kids seem to like that kind of rhyme. They are often so good at role play games where they have to rescue each other or where they need to call the doctor. There is the other extreme of the baby doll being kicked around like a football which I would rather not think about at the moment!
They called for the doctor, the doctor said, no more jumping, jumping on the bed.
Miss Polly had a dolly who was sick, sick, sick, so she called for the doctor to come quick, quick, quick.
Ring a ring a roses, a pocket full of posies (tissues came to mind first!) A tishoo, a tishoo we all fall down.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
London's burning.
Dr Foster went to Gloucester, all in a shower of rain. He fell in a puddle, right up to his middle and never went there again.
Ladybird, ladybird, fly away home. Your house is on fire, your children are gone. Who wrote that one? It is just too tragic.
I have no pictures of any of this-but have of some other random things. Lovely pastels that look like eyeshadow and are applied with a cotton ball and a crocodile clip. I have been looking at these for a while and am glad I finally bought some. I have a drawing coloured slightly with them-not particularly illustrative of their use but all I have.