Ring around the rosies, heart felt aches of lonely.
London Bridge is falling down, down into the pitfall ground.
Ba, Ba, Black Sheep, have you fallen too?
Little Miss Muffit, have you cut them; are they bleeding now?
You didn't cut deep enough; are they stinging now?
The Farmer in the dell went straight to hell!
He killed his wife and torched his home, all just to be alone.
I hope he's happy now.
Yankee Doodle went to town, waving his sword and moaning.
They shot him down, and watched his blood shower the ground.
I'm definitely happy, now.