More Nursery Crimes

Mary Had a Little Lamb
Who grassed her to the cops
So when she got released on bail
She made pan-fried lamb chops



Hickory dickery dock
I jizzed in a gym sock
Then I put
It on my foot
Which made me feel like a cock



Incy Wincy Spider
Climbed up the old bell tower
Pulled out a sniper rifle
And shot people for an hour
When the cops turned up
Incy Wincy didn't run
'Cos he knew that no one would believe
A spider shot the gun



Little Jack Horner was a funeral mourner
At his dear grandmother's wake
He undressed her dead body
In front of everybody
And sweet love to her corpse he did make



Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
I know exactly what you are
A burning ball of hydrogen gas
With an enormous size and mass
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
I've got you sussed so ha! ha! ha!