Mary had a little lamb
With fleece of purest white
But then one day the lamb went mad
And killed her in the night.

Jill and Jack dressed all in black
And scorned all joy and laughter
Until one time they lost their minds
And hung themselves from the rafter.

Mary, Mary, dark and scary
How does your garden grow?
With funeral bells and wicked spells
And tombstones all in a row.

Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any knives?
Yes sir, yes sir, for taking lives.
One for my master, one for his whore
And one for me 'cause I don't care anymore.

How much is that doggie in the window,
The one with the blood on his snout?
He looks so lonely there in the window
I do believe I'll let him out

My body lies under the ocean
My body lies under the sea
And since I was killed on the ocean
No living man ever found me.

Ring around the rosie
A pocket full of posey
Ashes, ashes
We all fall down.