There was an egg who sat on a wall
He was short, so not very tall
He wobbled and shook, down he fell
Landing he shattered, could hear death’s bell

There stood a bridge in Old London Town
The terrorists travelled to blow it down
Bricks and stones flying through the air
And killed a passer-by, a lady so fair

There was a young girl whose lamb was black
The kids at school took it out the back
With a slice and a hack they ended it’s life
Lambs must be white, or else there’s strife

This girl with a spider her breakfast shared
People around just stared and stared
She didn’t care, he was a rather nice spider
After all’s said and done, also a good provider