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Author: Kharris Kyryn
Fiction Rated: T - English - General/Parody - Reviews: 3 - Published: 12-19-06 - Updated: 12-19-06 - Complete - id:2292682

-Fairytale-

Take my hand oh little child

We’ll be there in just a while

Off to grandma’s house today

Gingerbread is of what it’s made

We must bring this basket of treats

To the witch waiting inside with beasts

To eat us whole and spit bones out

That’s what Neverland’s about!

Knick knack patty whack

Devour children whole

Take this apple the color of gold

Run from the sisters of long since hate

To the ball where the prince waits

This old man he played eight

He threw you into Hell’s gates

With a smile on his face

And Goldie Locks’ head

You won’t be the only dead

Skip through the woods Follow close behind

The black sheep transforms at nine

Sandman sprinkles sand to sleep

And your slumbering soul he’ll keep

You can’t cry here young forever

In the wondrous land of never

Time stands still and tales retold

These fables claims children’s souls

Bah bah blacksheep have you any souls?

Yes sir; yes sir, 3 bags full

1 from the living

1 from the dead

1 from the one’s shot in the head

Rain rain go away

Take my life another day

if I can’t come out to play

then my death was told today

Hurry into this empty house

We must be quiet as a mouse

Don’t get caught moving things around

Don’t rediscover the corpses I found

The residents might be home soon

You don’t know what they will do

If they catch you they will start

With their claws rip you apart

Jack and Jill when up the hill to fetch a pail of water

Jack fell down and snapped his neck

And Jill came dying after

London Bridge came falling down falling down

London Bridge came falling down onto your granny

Jack be nimble jack be quick

Jack jumped too far right off a cliff

Humpty dumpty sat on a wall

Pushed you off and you had a great fall

All the king’s horses and all the king’s men

All decided to leave you for dead

For the wolf that huffed and puffed and blew your house away

With all his might to a world of play

In Oz they think there’s only fun and games

Until the witch comes to slay you all



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