A Collection of Thoughts

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

Ladybug ladybug,
Fly away home,
Your house is on fire,
And your children will burn.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

Down came the rain,
And washed the spider out.

And when the bough breaks, the cradle will fall,
And down will come baby, cradle and all.

Old Mother Hubbard
Went to the cupboard,
To fetch her poor dog a bone.
But when she got there,
The cupboard was bare...

Peter Peter Pumpkin Eater,
He had a wife but couldn't feed her...

Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.

That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt,
That lay in the house that Jack built.

London bridge is falling down...

This little piggy had none...

Three blind mice,
See how they run!
They all ran after the farmer's wife,
Who cut off their tails with a carving knife...


Pain. All we know is pain. From birth, to death.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

That's pretty good actually. The children's nursery rhymes put together in a sort of twisted montage... but as I usually say on my semi-decent days... that's only half of the picture right?