Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet
Eating her curds and whey
Along came a spider
And sat down beside her
He's sleeping with the fishes today
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and...
Hey! Wait a second! Keep your friggin' nose outta my garden, OK?
Fee! Fie! Fo! Fum!
I smell da blood of a Brooklyn man
Whether he's dead or whether he's alive
He still gotta pay me back my five!