Mary had a little lamb

Its fleece was white as snow

It's the cleanest thing you'll ever see

It's the purest thing you know

Ring o' ring of roses

A pillaged field of landmines

A pocket full of posies

One petal falls, when life was mine

They all blow up

And we all fall down

Lying in the field

Bathed in buttercups

You can cry all you want

But we can't wake up

Three blind mice

They could be kind but they aren't

See how they run

See how I can't

They all ran after the farmer's wife

She took their tails

But she took my life

Have you ever seen anyone with your eyes

Like three blind mice?

Baa Baa Black Sheep

Have you any wool?

No sir, go sir

There's none at all

My head is shorn

My shoes are worn

I'm still alive but my hope is torn

They cast me off, they blot me out

They leave me hated, no room for doubt

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

How I wonder where you are

Up above the world so high

Twinkling while we burn and die

Twinkle, twinkle, little star

Now I see you for what you are

Polly put the kettle on

Shut it out, put the kettle on

Polly put the kettle on

And hope it goes away

Susie take it off again

Wake her up, take it off again

Susie take it off again

Before it is too late.

A cradle too empty

A grave too full

From a lifetime of playing push-and-pull

I'm only a child

I'm not yet grown

But is my life not still my own?

A living thing, of flesh and bone

Not to be carved like glass or stone

The cannons fire

Just too many times

Can't say a number

I've lost count of the crimes

A corpse for a doll

A bomb for a top

Balancing on rope

Wait for the drop

Toys, we are told

Just harmless toys

Breaking the lives

Of the girls and boys

Who know them.

Who knew them.

Hush a bye

Don't listen to the lullaby

A scream's the only way

We say

Goodbye.