the old mother hubbard reference reminds me of a couple of our favorites as kids:
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall,
All the king's horses and all the king's men,
Had one f-in big omelet.
...and...
Mary had a little lamb,
her father shot it dead.
Now it goes to school with her
between two hunks of bread.
then of course there was this gem of a song for the playground:
My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
we've tortured every teacher and we've broken every rule.
we've speared the secretary and we've shot the principal
and our troops are marching on.
Glory, glory halleluia
Teach hit me with a ruler
the ruler didn't break so she hit me with a rake
and the blood came gushing out.
... and lastly, there was my personal favorite:
On top of old smoky
all covered with blood
i shot my poor sister
with a .44 slug
i went to her funeral
i went to her grave
instead of throwing flowers
i threw a grenade.
kids are horrid, aren't they??
