Life's Not a Fairy Tale (Fortunately)

There's a man in the moon and the moon's made of cheese,

I'd ride the West Wind, but he's merely a breeze,

The cat's in the cradle, the cradle will fall;

Humptey's too high for his old castle wall.

Little Boy Blue is nowhere to be found.

Bo Beep and the sheep, well, they just aren't around.

Miss Muffat, Mother Goose, and old Mother Hubbard

have the butcher and baker locked up in the cupboard. 

Jack isn't nimble enough with his wit,

Peter is eating a pumpkin, won't quit.

The rosie is rung, London Bridge fell.

My toes are ringing, they each have a bell.

If this is peculiar, you think this is odd-

you should hear all the tales that are told out in Nod.