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.