Mary Mary quite contrary
is this how it goes?
Black sheep black sheep have you any wool?
your patent shoes and magic dreams
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
if only you’d known
illustrations sweet lie dead at your feet
Ring around the rosy pocket full of posy
warns me of disease
and once you fall
never the same to be
pretty illustrations lied to me
spoke of the dead and horrors I’d see
the cherub face and rosy cheeks
hid my demise with glee
soon when you grow all that glow
will the ravens victim be
as a child I’ll laugh
look it just see
I have no idea how black it will be.