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Someone beat you to it.
There was a book written long ago consisting of some pretty sick and twisted stuff.
I'm trying to find it as we speak but I dont remember enough about it to help my search.

I used to have one....

Hush little girl, don't make a sound,
Daddy's gonna bury mommy in the ground.
And if that body should just wake,
Through her throat a knife I'll stake.

And if she screams out much too loud,
Shoot her with the gun and make Dad proud.
And should that bullet misses wide,
I'll slit you down the back and into the side....


Etcetera, etcetera...

Well I think well all know of "ring around the rosie's" origin.

Im just merely interpreting rhymes how I see them.

scream If Only I could find this stuid book!

Precisely. I'm looking for rhymes which need no interpretation.


@K-blade: Very nice. Hadn't considered the christmas angle, but then again, I'm on Ord Ibanna, so that probably wouldn't help much. But I think the tune will be quite useful on WoW.

Eurika!!!

The book is called Struwwelpeter, by Heinrich Hoffmann.

Here's one of the poems:

Mamma and Nurse went out one day,
And left Pauline alone at play;
Around the room she gayly sprung,
Clapp'd her hands, and danced, and sung.,
Now, on the table close at hand,
A box of matches chanced to stand,
And kind Mamma and Nurse had told her,
That if she touched them they would scold her;
But Pauline said, "Oh, what a pity!
For, when they burn, it is so pretty;
They crackle so, and spit, and flame;
And Mamma often burns the same.
I'll just light a match or two
As I have often seen my mother do."

When Minz and Maunz, the p***y-cats, heard this
They held up their paws and began to hiss. -
"Meow!!" they said, "me-ow, me-o!
You'll burn to death, if you do so,
Your parents have forbidden you, you know."

But Pauline would not take advice,
She lit a match, it was so nice!
It crackled so, it burned so clear,-
Exactly like the picture here.
She jumped for joy and ran about,
And was too pleased to put it out

When Minz and Maunz, the little cats, saw this,
They said, "Oh, naughty, naughty Miss!""
And stretched their claws,
And raised their paws;
"Tis very, very wrong, you know;
Me-ow, me-o, me-ow, me-o!
You will be burnt if you do so,
our mother has forbidden you, you know. "

Now see! oh! see, what a dreadful thing
The fire has caught her apron-string;
Her apron burns, her arms, her hair;
She burns all over, everywhere.

Then how the p***y-cats did mew
What else, poor pussies, could they do?
They screamed for help, 'twas all in vain,
I So then, they said, "We'll scream again.
Make haste, make haste! me-ow! me-o!
She'll burn to death,- we told her so."

So she was burnt with all her clothes,
And arms and hands, and eyes and nose;
Till she had nothing more to lose
Except her little scarlet shoes;
And nothing else but these was found
Among her ashes on the ground.

And when hen the good cats sat beside
The smoking ashes, how they cried!
"Me-ow me-o! ! Me-ow, me-oo! !
What will Mamma and Nursy do?"
Their tears ran down their cheeks so fast.
They made a little pond at last.