If Jack and Jill ran up that hill just to fetch a pail of water,
Did they survive Jack’s broken crown and in love live forever after?
If the cradle did rock and the baby did drop then what became of that tree?
Was it burnt to the ground with a sizzling sound, or was it allowed to grow free?
Hey, Diddle Diddle, the cat had a fiddle that led to a cow jumping over the moon.
Well, what would you do if that cat was playing a fiddle that had been out of tune!
Ding dong bell Pussy’s in the well. Oh, what a tragedy for a child to behold.
And what’s more, he could have frozen to death if that water was freezing cold!
Hickory Dickory Dock made a mouse run up the clock,
But we’re not told if it suffered there from the booming; tick-tock!
It’s Raining It’s Pouring the old man is snoring and he wouldn’t get out of his bed.
Perhaps his head was bleeding from the knock he got and he was nearing being dead!
Little Jack Horner was sat in a corner. “Why?” I asked my mum.
“Because he’d stuck his fingers in my pie and I’d cut off his thumb!”
Mystery lines of nursery rhymes that our mother’s sung to us all.
I lost interest the day I learned that Humpty Dumpty had taken a big fall.
In pieces, he lay as the King’s men did play and their horses galloped around.
I came to the conclusion that the world was mad and silly rhymes should never be allowed.
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