Ring around the rosie.
Little kids go round and round.
The cutest things that can be found.
They spin faster, and faster
and faster again,
before tumbling to the ground.
Pocket full of posies.
Little kids run to and fro.
Dirty and sticky from head to toe.
Just look both ways before you cross the street
or there's someplace else you'll go.
Little Jimmy lies so still.
Much too young to have a will.
Everyone mourns without abandon
as the driver foots the bill.
We all fall down.