Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a crumble
Would that make Greggs
Customers grumble?
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a crumble
Would that make Greggs
Customers grumble?
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a Tuffet
Why not on a chair?
The silly mare
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John,
Went to bed with his trousers on
One shoe off, and one shoe on,
His was as pissed as a fart, my son Jon!
Old King Cole was a merry old soul,
And a merry old soul was he
He called for his pipe
In the middle of the
night
And he called for his
basins three.
And did a colonic irrigation.
Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep
It was doomed from the
start
As pumpkin made him
fart
Little Jack Jingle,
He used to live single;
But his friends got tired
Of his happy single life
And bullied and
cajoled
Until he got himself a
wife
There was a little girl who had a little curl
A pretty girl with a smile to dazzle
But that wasn’t how
she wanted to be
So, she had a wax and
vagazzle
Molly, my sister and I fell out,
And what do you think it was all about?
Well I loved Miranda
and so did she
And she made Miranda
cheat on me
The child that's born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, and good and gay
(my wife is Sundays child, so I would have to dissagree)
Saturday's child
Works hard for its living,
(So clearly not a benefit scrounger)
Friday's child
Is loving and giving,
(Especially on a
Friday night when they’re pissed)
Thursday's child
Has far to go,
(Well I hope they’re not travelling on Southern Rail)
Wednesday's child
Is full of woe,
(And that’s what you
get for
drinking on a school
night)
Tuesday's child
Is full of grace,
(Well, it’s not that
lump of a boy next door then)
Monday's child
Is fair of face,
(Well obviously if
they don’t look
haggard on Monday
morning it’s
because they don’t
have any children)
If all the world was apple pie,
Just like it was in my dream
Then the oceans would
be full
Of delicious vanilla
ice cream
Twinkle, Twinkle, little star
I think there’s
something wrong
Because you have the
same tune
As that annoying Alphabet Song
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
Decided to sow Stock
seed
But later she realised
her error
After sowing Japanese
knotweed
Harlequin ladybird, fly away home
Your kind are not welcome here
So, get your Harlequin
spotted arse
Back to where you belong
in Asia
“As I was going up the stair
I met a man who wasn't there!
He wasn't there again today
Damn that was some good Mary J”