Hey diddle-diddle
all the rage and fiddlethere, that was terror
the crystals in the blood
children of the revolution
who ran away with the spoon
but credit where it's due
they knew their nursery rhymes
start at dawn, beer & bread
lose a finger, work till dark
home again to heartbreak
the cow jumped over the moon
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