Mother Goose,
Mother Goose,
What was that noise?
Coming down
From the stairs,
A bunch of little boys.
They sing,
They dance,
But will they survive?
From the man
Down the street
Who owns that mysterious beehive.
Yes they will,
Because Mother Goose
Will paint away their fears.
If that won't help,
Just grab the scissors,
And cut off their ears.
Cry and whine,
Kick and scream,
No one can hear them.
Boys laugh at screams,
And eat your eyes,
And will always cause mayhem.
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Oh Mother Goose, Paint Me A Dream
HorrorThis poem has a dark tone, and references other dark poems and lullabies. It talks about Mother Goose helping young children fell better and happy, painting away their sadness and fears.
