The James T. Callow Folklore Archive

MY MOTHER, YOUR MOTHER LIVED ACROSS THE STREET,
FOURTEEN-NINETEEN BROADWAY STREET,
EVERY NIGHT THEY'D HAVE A FIGHT,
THIS IS WHAT THEY SAID:
INK A BINK, A BOTTLE OF INK,
INK A BINK, A BOO
INK A BINK, A BOTTLE OF INK,
AND OUT GOES YOU.

Submitter comment: THIS VERSE IS SAID TO A GROUP IN A CIRCLE, POINTING TO
DIFFERENT PERSON FOR EACH WORD. THE PERSON THAT THE LAST
WORD "YOU" ENDS ON IS ELIMINATED. THE LAST PERSON THAT'S
LEFT IS "IT" FOR THE GAME CHOSEN.

Where learned: MICHIGAN ; DETROIT

Date learned: CHILDHOOD