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Not sure why they call it a "counting-out" rhyme, though I guess I can't think of a better thing to call it.
Side note, the way I learned it, the last line was always "out goes Y-O-U". Much better than simply repeating the first line over :)
Eeny, Meeny, Miny, Mo
Catch a tiger by the toe
If he hollers, make him pay
Fifty dollars every day
My mother told me to pick the very best one
and you are [not] it
When I was small, my parents would tell me a toe-counting rhyme, which I knew as "icky-pee, penny lou". I wanted to learn what the "real" words were and found this page [1]. In the comments there are dozens of variations on this same poem and none use the same phrasing we did.
Oral traditions seem to have a way of distilling information to essences over time vs. bit-wise copies.
[1]: http://www.mamalisa.com/blog/the-origins-of-some-scandinavia...
But the better ones had a variable, and I could reliably make myself "out" if I had the chance to select it. This was sometimes considered unfair.
"There's a party on the hill, can you come? Bring your own bread and butter and a bun. Who is your best friend?" "David" "D-A-V-I-D" (final letter means out!).
"Ippy-dippy-dation, my operation, how many buses in a London station?" "Twelve." "1 2 3 4 ...12, O-U-T spells out!"
Engine, engine number nine, on the New York transit line; if my train falls off the track, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up...!
When I was a kid we had Eeny Meeny, One Potato Two Potato, and this variant:
"Bubble gum, bubble gum, in a dish, how many pieces do you wish?"
Then the person tagged on "wish" would say a number like five, and the count would continue:
"One, two, three, four, five, and you are not it, you dirty, rotten, stinking tit!" And the person on "tit" would be out.
There was another one that began "Quack-A-Doodle Oh My" that was mainly used by girls. The girls would stand in a circle with their arms out, one hand up and one hand down over the neighboring girl's up hand. On each one girl would move her down hand in an arc and slap the next girl's down hand with it, which was her signal to do the same on the next beat, creating a "wave" effect.
The rhyme went:
Quack-a-doodle oh my, quack, quack, quack,
Dance to the trees going trigga-trigga-track!
Follow, follow, follow follow follow!
One, two, three, four, five!
Sometimes the count would go up to eight. Whoever was slapped on the last count is out and must leave the circle -- EXCEPT if she withdraws her hand at the last possible second, causing the previous girl to tag herself out.
Now, if only someone can find the origin to "Miss Lucy Had A Steamboat" and "My Darling Playmate"...
No doubt some of that was a lack of cultural awareness - it was a fairly white part of the world, especially in private education. I'm a mongrel breed, which basically just means I always look like I have a nice tan but nothing more, and even I got called a 'nigger' once playing football because I was the darkest person that kid had ever seen.
Don't really hear it any more though - kids today with their "hash" tags and their clever telephones are really missing out, I think.
If you were called upon first and knew enough colours of differing lengths, and I did, then you could ensure any specific person would become 'It' at the end of the round.
Eeny, meeny, miny, mo catch a tiger by the toe if he hollers, let him go eeny, meeny, miny, mo