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
Cuento de la guardería
Por todas partes las casas, ve a los niños correr
Mira sus caras felices, parece que se divierten
Ring-a-ring-a-roses y un bolsillo lleno de flores
Cantando un montón de rimas infantiles para pasar las horas
Y canta una canción de seis peniques, un bolsillo lleno de centeno
Veinticuatro mirlos volaban en el cielo
Los niños detuvieron su juego y miraron al aire
Y veinticuatro mirlos se acercaban mucho
Y mientras los pájaros se acercaban, más fuerte era su canto
Y amarga era su música y amarga era su canción
Y el pequeño Timmy Johnson, empezó a preocuparse y fruncir el ceño
Dios te bendiga, te bendiga, todos caemos
Pequeño niño azul, no toques tu cuerno
No hay vaca en el maíz
¿Dónde está el niño que cuida de las ovejas?
Está bajo los escombros, profundamente dormido
Escrita por: Allan Taylor