stashing her curds and whey.
Said she to the spider who sat down beside her,
"Ya'll git yer own whey! F**kin' A!"
Ding, dong, bell.
Pussy's in the well.
Who put her in?
I did? Bloody Hell!
Mary had a little lamb.
Like snowdrift was its fleece.
And everywhere that Mary went
the lamb went. Jeez Louise!
Baa-baa, Black Sheep:
have you any wool?
Not a single bagful?
What a load o' bull!
Three blind mice!
See how they run!
They all ran after the farmer's wife...
Hey! Are we freakin' done?
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