Ring-a-ring of roses A pocketful of posies Atishoo, atishoo We all fall down All fall down See what a slip it is Writing hit songs like this It's so easy Think of the tunes you knew When you were only two Easy peasy Breezy Half a pound of tupenny rice And half a pound of treacle That's the way our music goes Sweet, but rather feeble Feeble Dramatic pause for thought Highlighting difficult Something to say No I don't think I do Neither do I. Me too Let's just say Jack and Jill went up a hill To fetch a pail of water Jack fell down and broke his crown And that's what life is all about All about Such trivial philosophy Sound profound in harmony Harmony The sky is blue, the gra** is green The things dogs do to lamp posts Is obscene It's raining, it's pouring The old man is snoring He went to bed and banged his head This tune is getting boring So we sing la la la la la la la la La la La la So glad it's raining I like complaining If the sun started shining Then he might stop whining Rock stars in exile Start to grow senile