Ummm, this is disturbing:
I found it in an old stack of children’s books we had in storage. It’s from a book published in 1981 called Tortillitas Para Mama and Other Nursery Rhymes. From the introduction:
These familiar rhymes, which kindle feelings of warmth, security and love, are gathered in this book to both preserve them for the Spanish community and to acquaint others with their charm.
Another poem explains that good tortillas go to papa, while the burnt ones go to mama. Were things really that fucked up in 1981?
This article appears in Jan 6-12, 2011.
the book was published in 1981, but the poem itself maybe from the 1800’s… the book is a collection of poems handed down from generation to generation. In previous generations, it was perfectly and socially acceptable to beat your children.