Little Jack Horner left his corner,
Out in to the world he roamed,
And what he saw around each corner,
Made him groan and groan and groan,
Along his journey, he met Mother Hubard,
Who lost her cupboard and home,
And there lay Rover dead from hunger,
Next to Mothers charred bones,
They even blew down the hill of Jack n Jill,
And buried Humpty stone by stone,
All the destruction gave them no fill,
For they’d long lost their love & home,
Mary, hungry, had to eat her lamb raw,
And Peter’s pumpkins were all gone,
What a site it is the world now saw,
And it’s going to last, on & on & on,
Before leaving Jack couldn’t tell black or white,
Or judge what was wrong from right,
And now he wished he had no sight
For it all filled him with anger and fright,
The best answer he thought, although it was shit,
He got while on a home stay,
From his friend Miss Muffet, who simply said stuff it,
The turds had just lost their way,
Oh Suicide Bomber what have you done,
You’ve destroyed all that is dear,
You took away our worldly fun,
And replaced it by a deep-rooted fear,