Ring Around the Rosy

Down to old England town rode a clown,
to help quell the crimes of the times
There he brought laughter to many,
too weak to speak their minds.
Down on weakened knees,
many lamed about their daily chores
But a disease claimed the same before their time was due
Oh how the people spewed,
when the so called black death entered their bayou
Streets all over were covered in slime
A masters chime sounded when another crime became known,
but it was the
rapid spread of an uncontrollable terror
that the people feared most,
from up and down the coast, the people dared not venture far,
for the mighty rodent would be written into their memoirs,
down the people fell
When a round red rash they resolved as their first sign of hell,
sweet nosegays and pornanders concealed the smell
Down the people fell, who could they tell

Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posies
Ashes–Ashes, we all fall down
Full carts taken to the trash,
empty carts come rushing back,
we all fall down

Ring–a–Ring–O’ Rosy, Ah–Tishoo!, Ah–Tishoo!,
we all fall down
The bird up on the steeple, sits high above the people
Cows are in the meadow, eating all the grass
Ah tishoo, Ah tishoo
Who’s up last, bringing up the posies
We all pop up when we see other people drop
Who’s turn will be forecast at the next stop
Oh plop goes the mop, wiping away all the slop
Ah tishoo, Ah tishoo,
we all fall down

Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posies
When our mother calls us,
we all jump up
Upstairs, downstairs,
we all fall down
The cows are in the pasture,
sleeping, sleeping
Lightning, lightning flashing,
we all fall down 

The black death claims another, and another, and yet another
Fleas are their major blame,
down the people fell
These fleas offer no please, spreading only widespread fear
and the people don’t know why
It’s this servile age they lived in that regulated their rage
Ignorance drove them to seek many answers from a higher entity,
if only they saw no lies through their eyes
Oh how the people fell, who could they tell,
for not a soul around knew the right ways out off their hell,
down the people fell
Many streets littered with sewerage,
unwashed souls shivering in the cold,
peddlers selling gold chains to no avail
If only they were told,
the answers to their misery lay deep within their old settlements,
but the people were ignorant of this blatant unpleasantness,
believing in supernatural nonsense above all else
Down the people fell, who could they tell

Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posies
Ashes–Ashes, we all fall down
Kill, kill, kill all the feeble people
before they spread the dreaded black death

Ring–A–Ring–O’ Rosy, A–Tishoo!, A–Tishoo!,
we all fall down
The bird still sits up on the steeple,
watching all the people down below as they sniffle
and sneeze out their last dying breath
A loud snivel could be heard here and there
Cows are still in the meadow,
eating buttercups to fill their wobbly belly’s

Ah tishoo, Ah tishoo
Who stole away the household before the people could
puzzle over their tumbling hassles,
oh how they puzzle

Ring around the rosy, a pocket full of posies
Fire, fire. London is burning down,
the people sit and wonder,
where does it end
The people are now sleeping
Ah tishoo–Ah tishoo
The black plague calls on the peoples vagueness,
we all fall down

Down to hell they go,
lost souls caught up in the bubonic plague,
down where death wipes away the misery they endured
This rat infested bubonic plague the people believed
was borne on foul air, thus they would protect themselves
from the bad air by keeping the surrounding air smelling sweet,
also it would help to deal with the smell of death

Oh a ring around the rosies, a pocket full of posies
So the people had no time to get cosy
Ashes–Ashes, down the people fell,
who could they tell
Fire, fire. London is burning down
The clown who rode to town has done his deed
A bright light shines as the crime of the rats is revealed,
now the people got well, but so many had fallen
Oh so many orphans, and too many souls lost too often,
Down the people fell, who could they tell