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The London Bridge is
falling down,
Economy is dropping,
There's nothing left to prop it up,
To keep its fall from stopping,
With Humpty Dumpty
falling down,
And Jack no longer nimble,
There's nothing left to catch their fall,
The Market's just a symbol,
But Mary has her little
lamb,
And drove it to her school,
It wasn't even worth its wool,
To pay for all the fuel,
The king is in his
Counting House,
No longer counting money,
The queen is in the parlor, but
She has no bread or honey,
And blackbirds that
were in the pie,
Are quiet, I suppose,
The maid who's in the garden,
Is no longer hanging clothes,
And Ba-Ba Black Sheep
has no wool,
She sold it for dime,
So the Master, Dame and Little Boy,
Have turned to lives of crime.
by David
Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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