by Nick Gisburne
Little Jack Horner
Sat in a corner
And died
Jack and Jill went up the hill
In a suicide pact
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town
Up stairs and down stairs in his night-gown
Ten year sentence and registered as a sex offender
Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn
At your sister’s funeral
London Bridge is falling down
Another poorly managed government project becomes a drain on the public finances
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
No I’m not
Sing a song of sixpence
Or move to where there is a decent minimum wage
Mary had a little lamb
For dinner
Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop
Eaten by bears
There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
She had so many children, she didn't know what to do
Until she remembered the gun shop was still open
Who killed Cock Robin?
I, said the Sparrow
But rescinded his confession under advisement from his legal representatives
Oh, the grand old Duke of York
He had ten thousand men
Without a condom
