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Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop. When the wind blows, the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. And down will come Baby, cr
by rosstex 6y ago
Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop.
When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall.
And down will come Baby, cradle and all.
or
It’s raining, it’s pouring,
The old man’s snoring.
He went to bed
And he bumped his head
And he couldn’t get up in the morning.
Tell me these ain't dark.
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- dan-robertson 6y agoYou’d think the author of the article would have thought about other contemporary stories and mentioned them on their article...
- telesilla 6y agoAnd relevant today: Ring-a-ring o'roses A pocket full of posies A-tissue, a-tissue We all fall down (actually this is not at all related to the plague but it makes a more scary story if we say it does)