Paranoid Conspiracy Theory Nursery Rhyme By Joe Hakim

The dolphins leapt over the pyramid, and there's a secret base on the moon, and the giant lizards laughed to see such fun, and the Roswell crash was just a weather balloon. Listen to this shit: They want you to believe Humpty Dumpty had a great fall, when after all it turns out he was whacked, and all the King's horses and all the King's men went onto invade Iraq. It's all true, y'know.

Jack wasn't nimble, Jack wasn't quick, Jack got hit balls with a candlestick in an interrogation cell in Guantanamo bay. His crime? Forgetting to pay his council tax bill on time. I'm not lyin' mate. Little Bo Peep lost her sheep, and you can bet there was a predator lurking around, somewhere in the background, and the police force fumbled, and the whole case crumbled, and now the lost sheep will never be found. Summat's goin' on, I tell yer.

Copyright © Joe Hakim 2008

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