Hickory dickory dock,
The children play around the block,
While mothers weep
In silence deep—
An echo of each ticking clock.
Ring around the rosie now,
The factories burn, but tell me how
We pocket fall,
We pocket all,
Then wonder why the earth won't bow.
London Bridge keeps falling down,
While refugees flee every town,
My fair lady,
Grows more shady—
Her golden hair a thorny crown.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
How does your garden grow?
With plastic bells
And oil well shells
And pretty maids all in a row
Of unmarked graves below.
Rock-a-bye baby, don't you cry,
The polar bears are waving bye,
When the ice breaks,
For heaven's sakes,
Down will come species, you and I.
Clap your hands and stamp your feet!
Dance until the world's complete!
Sing along now, don't you fret—
Some echoes we can't forget.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are,
Up above the smog so high,
Like a diamond in the sky—
If we haven't gone too far.
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