Ring around the rosie
A bouquet of posies
For a girl named Josie.
Ah she smiles as she’s heard
These lines til they’re absurd
Maybe she relishes each word.
Yes indeed we overlook
Each “by hook and by crook”
As simply gobbly gook
But they are threaded in
Yes much to our chagrin
As just part of our skin.
So with a wink and smirk
Josie kept right to work
Ignoring this old jerk.
‘til next time that is… HA.
© Dave Schipper 2009 Rose Riversongs.
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