Ring around the rosies 
  Pocket full of posies 
  Ashes, ashes, we all fall down 

  Nursery rhymes are said, verses in my head 
  Into my childhood they`re spoon fed 
  Hidden violence revealed, darkness that seems real 
  Look at the pages that cause all this evil 

  One, two, buckle my shoe 
  Three, four, shut the door 
  Five, six, pick up sticks 
  Seven, eight, lay them straight 

  London bridge`s falling down, falling down, falling down 
  London bridge`s falling down, my fair lady 

  Nick nack paddy wack, give a dog a bone 
  This old man came rolling home 
  . . . this old man came, 
  And if we had to pick up the missing foot um in um in . . ."} 

  Mary had a little lamb who`s fleece was white as snow! (repeated) 
 -Baa baa black sheep have you any wool  ¦ 
 -Yes sir, yes sir, three bags   ¦ (while Jonathan is speaking)