Mary wore a little skirt
With a split right up the back
And everywhere Mary went
She really took some flak
Mary wore a little skirt
With a split right up the back
And everywhere Mary went
She really took some flak
Mary wore a little skirt
With a split right up the front
And everywhere Mary went
The view caused an affront
Mary wore a little skirt
With splits right up the sides
And everywhere Mary went
Boys could feast their eyes
In the well-known Nursery Rhyme
The Grand old Duke of
York
Was a manic-depressive
chap
Because when he was
up, he was up
A weasel walked into the saloon bar
Of the Fox and Beagle
“What can I get you?” asked the barman
“Pop” Goes the weasel
Are you wearing a red rose?
England’s floral
emblem
A sweet smelling
symbol
Displayed out of
patriotism
In the well-known Nursery Rhyme
The Grand old Duke of
York
Was a manic-depressive
chap
Because when he was
up, he was up
Hickory Dickory Dock
Four mice ran up the
clock
When the clock struck
one
The other three were in shock
But otherwise were unharmed
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells, and cockle shells
And other tacky blingy
show
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
Well if you don’t plant seed
You can’t reap what
you sow
Old King Cole
Was a merry old soul,
But when he sobered up
He was miserable git
Ring a ring o' roses,
A pocketful of posies
Catch it, bin it, kill it
Old King Cole
Was a merry old soul,
But when he sobered up
He was an arsehole
There was an old woman of Leeds,
Who spent her time in widows’ weeds;
She mourned for her team
And premier league
dream
This hopeful old woman
of Leeds!
Birds of a feather flock together,
And so will pigs and swine;
With kith and kin we have no choice,
I certainly didn’t choose mine
Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating Christmas pie
As he sat on his bum
He pulled out his thumb,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
Followed by an average
winter
Then he had an
indifferent spring
Leading to the most glorious
summer
Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?
You’re the most
dishevelled cat I’ve ever seen
How did you get
covered in cobwebs and dust?
Come sit on my lap and
you shall be fussed
Oh, the grand old Duke of York
He had ten thousand men
But after Brexit is settled,
they will
Have to go home again
Peter Piper picked a peck
Of pickled peppers
Very interesting I’m
sure, but what
Was he picking at
before hand?