Queen of Hearts
The queen of hearts
She made some tarts
Because she had no suitor
The knave of hearts
He stole the tarts
Because he was a looter
He took them all
And left the ball
Going at a run
The queen she cried
The knave had lied
What did I see in the bum?
Copyright © Mama Bear | Year Posted 2014
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