Bubba has a book of Mother Goose nursery rhymes, published 1968. It's a lovely book to read through, but I think it may be the most violent book in our house. Grandma reads him the rhymes with a magic ability to change the words. But when I read them, I'm shocked at how rough it used to be to be a child, if these rhymes are accurate.
Hunger, corporal punishment:
It was rough to be an animal too, by the looks of it.
And of course, training for our sons and daughters about the place of women: