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Tom Thumb got caught peeping 
Now his life is on the run
Little Bo Peep lost her sheep 
On a gambling junket she was on 

Little Miss Muffet is having to tuff it 
Out these days in jail 
Selling ecstasy to undercover police 
And now can't pay her bail 

Little Jack Horner took him a corner 
Of the Mafia drug trade 
Once you are hooked on the Meth that he cooks 
There's no way of escape 

You think that's bad you ain't seen nothing yet 
That even comes this close 
Since  Mother Goose started hitting the juice 
And ended up down on skid row 

Humpty Dumpty's more than broke 
But not from any fall 
He couldn't pay his bookie 
And his legs were first to go 

Baa Baa Black Sheep  
Where forced to sell their wool
To pay for all the damages 
While they were in school 

Jack pushed Jill down the hill 
When he caught her cheating with Little Boy Blue 
Now he's paying her doctor bills 
Which has left Jack blue too

You think that's bad you ain't seen nothing yet 
That even comes this close 
Since Mother Goose started hitting the juice
And ended up down on skid row

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