The End of the World

Whisper your love a lullaby

One, two, three, four, five

Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry

The itsy bitsy spider

Has ample venom in his bite

The cat and the fiddle

Sing a sad little riddle

Little boy blue screams from afar

breathe in the smell

Of death drifting from the Dell

The wolf is full

The huntsman is dead

The crocodile tears fall, blood red

As one by one nightingales fall

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten

Close your eyes

And just pretend this world is

make believe and then

Three blind mice don’t run far nor fast

When the end of the universe is rolling past

So hush-a-bye please don’t cry

Make a wish and kiss good-bye
Authors blurb: fairytales should never have been so white washed. They were dark and they had lessons to teach. They were meant to inspire and instill fear.