:: Shoots and Ladders ::

Ring around the roses
Pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down

Nursery rhymes are said, verses in my head
Into my childhood they're spoonfed
Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real
Look at the pages that cause all this evil

One, two, buckle my shoe
Three, four, shut the door
Five, six, pick up sticks
Seven, eight, lay them straight

London bridges falling down, falling down, falling down
London bridges falling down, my fair lady
Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home
Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone
This old man came rolling home
. . . this old man came,
and Mary had a little lamb um in um in . . .

Mary had a little lamb who fleece was white as snow!
(Baa baa black sheep have you any wool)
Mary had a little lamb who fleece was white as snow!
(Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full)
Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as snow!
Mary had a little lamb!
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full)
Ring around the roses, pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Ring around the roses, pocket full of posies
Ashes, ashes, we all fall down
Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone
Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone
Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a bone
Nick nack patty wack, give a dog a