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 spoon fed 
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 bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down 
London bridge is falling down, my fair lady 
Nick-nack paddywack, give a dog a bone 
This old man came rolling home 
Mary had a little lamb its fleece was white as snow 
Baa baa black sheep have you any wool? 
Mary had a little lamb its fleece was white as snow 
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full 
Mary had a little lamb its fleece was white as snow 
Mary had a little lamb! 
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full [white trash crone]