Polly, put the kettle on
to brew me up some tea
But not the kind that you’re used too
but the wicked kind you see
Make it with the stuff I grave
from rotten little boys and girls
Mix up real slow and sweet
see how the texture swirls
If you make it right this time
I promise to refrain
from cutting little pieces off
of your little brain
Now Polly, put the kettle on
and brew me up some tea
the kind that I am accustomed too
the wicked kind you see
Boys and girls, come out to play
Boys and girls, come out to play
follow me, I know the way
to candy, muffins and games galore
follow me, it’s just behind that door
I promise that you will have a good time
lots of singing and lovely rhymes
your parents, those awful spies
wont love you as much as I
Now that I have you here in my house
I promise the beatings will be long
and once the silence again returns
I’ll begin again with my songs
Did you ever see a lassie?
Did you ever see a lassie,
a lassie
a lassie?
Did you ever see a lassie,
hanging from a noose?
vampi
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