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Here we go Round the Mulberry Bush

Here we go round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush

Here we go round the mulberry bush on a cold and frosty morning

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This is the way jump out of bed, jump out of bed, jump out of bed

This is the way jump out of bed on a cold and frosty morning

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Here we go round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush

Here we go round the mulberry bush on a cold and frosty morning

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This is the way we run downstairs, run downstairs, run downstairs

This is the way we run downstairs on a cold and frosty morning

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Here we go round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush

Here we go round the mulberry bush on a cold and frosty morning

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This is the way we mitch from school, mitch from school, mitch from school

This is the way we mitch from school on a cold and frosty morning

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Here we go round the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush, the mulberry bush

Here we go round the mulberry bush on a cold and frosty morning

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Here we go gathering nuts in May, nuts in May, nuts in May

Here we go gathering nuts in May away from school this morning

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‘Oh, those naughty, naughty children!’

 

 
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Posted by on March 12, 2014 in nursery rhymes, poems

 

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Mary had a ‘Little’ Lamb

Mary had a ‘little’ lamb so round, so fat and plump,

It tried to follow her everywhere but it couldn’t even jump.

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One day when Mary was not at home it set off in a trot,

Searching all about the place to see just where she’d got.

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Despite it searching everywhere the poor lamb could not see,

That Mary had eloped and gone with Jill’s young Jack, hee, hee.

 
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Posted by on March 12, 2014 in nursery rhymes, poems

 

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The Witches are Here!

The witches are here,

I tell you no lie,

They arrived yesterday,

Flying down from the sky,

Upon their dark broomsticks,

Their hearts cruel and cold,

The witches are here,

Searching for souls.

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They are searching for souls,

To enslave and entwine,

In a world of dark power,

And bitter sweet wine,

Be careful lest they see you,

And caress you with guile,

It’s your soul they are after,

Not your innocent smile.

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If you doubt me,

I dare you to stray,

Outside, in your garden,

At midnight, I say,

Where you will hear them,

The witches, cackling away,

Planning your end,

In a tormented way.

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Posted by on March 7, 2014 in humor, humour, poems

 

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Mystical Cola

Mystical Cola, powerful might,

Thunderous magic, hidden from sight,

Disguised by a treat,

Sugary and sweet,

A shortcut to enlightenment,

The Cryptic Agenda decree.

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If this has you thinking,

I would like to try that,

Go visit their temple,

And study their track,

But watch out for that bottle once it’s uncorked,

Lest you are drawn to its magic and inside it are caught.

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I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU CALL ME

AS LONG AS YOU ENJOY READING MY STORIES.

I am the Crazymad writer – ARRRGH.

 

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Crisis, what crisis?

Crisis, what crisis? he asked, looking on,

There is no crisis; it’s a part of the plan,

A plan to tax you for all you are worth,

And then some, and more; haven’t you heard?

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A New World Order is coming your way,

A world of plenty, for some, if you do what we say,

Sitting up high, like emperors, we think,

We will dish out pennies to the masses, so dim.

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 You voted for us, what more can I say?

We can do anything we like; it’s the New World Order way,

When you voted us in, you signed away your birth right,

Freedom and liberty and all of that tripe.

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You want to know what my associate has to say?

I’ll get him; here he is, to illuminate your day,

Hello, I am here, now what’s all this fuss?

Haven’t you heard that it’s time to kick ass?

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Taxes, yes taxes, is the answer, I say,

More taxes on the petrol and diesel today,

Heating oil and coal will go the same way,

So also with gas and electricity, I pray.

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When we’ve taxed you so much, you can’t even think,

We will tax you some more, to push you over the brink,

Into poverty, hardship; destruction without hope,

Trapped, burdened by the New World Order yoke.

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Although it’s a quarter to midnight, there still is some hope.

Wake up, wake up, this is certainly no joke,

Politicians and bankers are intent on one thing

Destroying our lives; we must not let them win.

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My Bathtub, so fine

I once had a bathtub, so fine,

I washed in it all of the time,

From morning to night,

I spent my best time,

In that bathtub, my bathtub so fine.

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Posted by on March 5, 2014 in humor, humour, poems

 

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There was a nation so bad

There was a nation, so bad,

That thought it was superior; a cad

Until it was challenged one day,

By a country far away,

And it made them ever so MAD.

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Posted by on March 5, 2014 in humor, humour, poems

 

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Grunge

There was a country called GRUNGE,

That thought it would be so much fun,

Interfering with the lives,

Of people far and wide,

That’s Grunge, the country having fun.

(It’s a funny old world, isn’t it?)

 
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Posted by on March 5, 2014 in humor, humour, poems

 

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There is a country so bold

There is a country, so bold,

As to meddle with nations of the world,

It thinks it is right,

In every single fight,

It starts in this crazymad world.

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Posted by on March 5, 2014 in humor, humour, poems

 

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Enslaved by the IMF

There once was a nation so small,

We hardly knew it at all,

Until one day while alone,

It was liberated, at home,

Now they are enslaved by the IMF

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Posted by on March 4, 2014 in humor, humour, poems

 

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