Ring around the rosies

Pocket full of posies

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down



Nursery rhymes are said, verses in my head

Into my childhood they're spoonfed

Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real

Look at the pages that cause all this evil



One, two, buckle my shoe

Three, four, shut the door

Five, six, pick up sticks

Seven, eight, lay them straight



London bridges falling down, falling down, falling down

London bridges falling down, my fair lady



Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone

This old man came rolling home

. . . this old man came,

Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow!

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