Twisting Nusery Ryhmes
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Can anyone tell me
How he got there at all.
A tisket a tasket
My brown and yellow basket
I took a paper to write a letter
But there was no pen in my casket
Four and Twenty black birds baked in a pie
I think if I would eat it
I would almost die
Gorgie Podgie pudding and pie
Kissed the girls and made them cry
So they all turned around, the ones who were shy
And put him in a hot oven to fry
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