Down in the valley 

Where wild things grow

There came a mist

Of long ago

 

Within the haze:

A nursery rhyme

Lullabying 

Dark webs of time

Ring o' Rosie 

If you please

Come float with us

Upon the breeze

 

It gets so lonely

Down in the ether

So Mother says

It's time to feed her 

 

Pockets full 

Of posies rare

From a time

No longer there 

 

Their fragrance lingers 

Oh so sweet

It makes ye smell

So good to eat!

 

So, come on through 

Our lovely veil

Where things are rare

And skin is pale 

 

A-tishoo! A-tishoo!

we all fall down

An' wriggle like worms

'Neath soily ground 

 

An' there we'll sprout

All good 'n rotten

An' childish things

Be long forgotten 

 

We'll stuff ye full

Of  finest posies

An' skip an' sing

O' Ring O' Rosie!

 

The mist: it creeps

Down Valley low

To feed its pestilent 

Undertow

 

For children's laughter

Is oh! So sweet

They are the finest

Cuts of meat!