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| 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! {He says it so weird that it sounds like,"and if we had to pick up the missing foot um in um in . . ."} Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow! Baa baa black sheep have you any wool Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow! Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full Mary had a little lamb who's fleece was white as snow! Baa baa black sheep have you any wool Mary had a little lamb! Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full [white trash coon] |