Songtext von Nursery Tale

All around the houses, see the children run See their happy faces, it seems they're having fun Ring-a-ring-a-roses and a pocketful of flowers Singing lots of nursery rhymes to pass away the hours And sing a song of sixpence, a pocketful of rye Four and twenty blackbirds were flying in the sky The children stopped their playing and looked into the air And four and twenty blackbirds were coming very near And as the birds drew nearer, the louder was their song And bitter was their music and bitter was their song And little Timmy Johnson, he got to fret and frown Bless you, bless you, we all fall down Little boy blue, don't blow your horn There's no cow in the corn Where is the boy who looks after the sheep He's under the rubble fast asleep