The World Awry

crecked plate

 

Little Bo Peep

Has lost her words.

Miss Muffet has nothing to say.

The pie is all empty

Of singing black birds

And Boy Blue has lost his way.

The cow no longer

Looks at the moon

And the little dog’s eyes are red.

The dish is all cracked

And can’t find the spoon

And my little boy is dead.

 

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