Nursery Rhyme
Jordan Blank

The songs we sing our children
Perhaps ought not be sung
Forgotten meanings passed
And babies’ favor won

Ring around the rosy
Pocket full of flowers
Bodies burn upon a pyre
Those ashes of the plague

Sweet sleeping baby
Bound up in the tree
Down with broken branches falls
For death to cradle evermore

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall
The man who took a tumble
It does not say he was an egg
Nor that he saw another day

It’s raining, it’s pouring
The old man snores away
He did not wake upon this morn
Nor any following after

Oh my darling Clementine
Who fell headfirst to the rush
Died trapped in the water’s roar
Now lies forgotten, save in rhyme

The songs our children sleep to
Are in moral not the best
However, we will pay no mind
When the dividends are rest