When I think back, almost all the songs my dad sung me were about horrible things happening to people.
One in particular sticks out in my head;
Ash Wednesday, Shrove Tuesday, When Jack went to school, His mother made pancakes And wasn't she a fool. She baked them, she burnt them And made them so black And packed them with pepper And poisoned poor Jack
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Date: 2007-08-13 04:14 am (UTC)One in particular sticks out in my head;
Ash Wednesday, Shrove Tuesday,
When Jack went to school,
His mother made pancakes
And wasn't she a fool.
She baked them, she burnt them
And made them so black
And packed them with pepper
And poisoned poor Jack
All sung in a lilting happy tune.