Something sinister lurks within a child's rhyme. |
Oh Sally May, May, may From yesterday, day, Day What to say, say, “say” To Sally May, May, may She said no surprise, prise, prize I realize, lize, lies That when I reach high, high, “Hi” I touch the sky, sky, Skye But when you talk, talk, talk And are sent to walk, walk, walk Then you rock, rock, rock About the block, block, block But when you block, block, block That final swing, swing, swing Then Daddy Sings, sings, sings And every thing, thing, thing Goes to black, black, black And it’s a fact, fact, fact She ain’t never goin’ back, back, back No, she ain’t never goin’ back, back, back |