Nicholas Lebel

Nursery Rhymes

 

Up and Down the hills we go,
Where would we stop?
My crown falls off with one blow,
Even when we were at the top,
Nobody knows,
I am filled with to many woes.

Hey diddle diddle,
I'm a cat without my fiddle,
But they're will be no dog laughing,
Now you think that I'm gagging,
But, I have no hope of jumping the moon,
When the thought of you makes me swoon.

The itsy-bitsy spider,
Only makes me cry and shudder,
As it goes up the water spout,
I want to scream and shout,
As the rain washes me away,
I wont come back any day.

Peter Piper picked a patch of pickled peppers,
But he was secretly a leopard,
And pack killed all those in town,
His evil plan unwound,
And so he was put to death,
He was killed by himself,

Hickory Dickory Dock,
My mouse went up the clock,
But when the clock struck one,
My mouse was done,
And ran back on home,
Hickory Dickory Dock,
My mouse went up the clock,
But when the clock struck two,
My mouse was through,
And ran back on home,
Hickory Dickory Dock,
My mouse went up the clock,
But when the clock struck three,
My mouse loved thee,
And ran back home,
Hickory Dickory Dock,
My mouse ran up the clock,
But when the clock struck four,
My mouse cried some more,
And ran back on home,
Hickory Dickory Dock,
The mouse ran up the clock,
But when the clock struck five,
He took a dive,
And ran back on home
Hickory Dickory Dock,
My mouse ran up the clock,
But when the clock struck six
He had nothing nothing left to fix
And ran back on home,
Hickory Dickory Dock,
My mouse ran up the clock,
But when the clock struck seven,
He thought about leaven,
And ran back on home,
Hickory Dickory Dock,
My mouse ran up the clock,
But when the clock struck eight,
It was he who he did hate,
And ran back on home,
Hickory Dickory Dock,
My mouse ran up the clock,
But when the clock struck nine,
He emitted a low pitched whine,
And ran back on home,
Hickory Dickory Dock,
My mouse ran up the clock,
But when the clock struck ten,
His plans went awry with men,
And ran back on home,
Hickory Dickory Dock,
My mouse ran up the clock,
But when the clock struck eleven,
He glimpsed his love in heaven,
And ran back on home,
Hickory Dickory Dock,
I ran up the clock,
But when the clock struck twelve,
I crossed the delve,
And fell to my death on the floor.



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