Did you ever think, Jack sold a cow for some bean
simply because deep down he was a closet Vegan?
And what of our sweet, innocent Little Bo Peep,
How hard was it really, for her to lose those sheep?
And what of the peas porridge cooked hot and cold,
How many people can wait until it was nine days old?
And what of the peck of peppers Peter Piper picked?
Was he a pepper pusher or just a vegetable addict?
And what of Little Jack Horner who risked his thumb,
He didn’t do it for some blackbirds; he did it for plum.
And what of the married Peter Peter Pumpkin eater,
Did his wife really need a pumpkin shell to keep her?
And you know as do I, who we shall never see again,
Thanks to all the King’s horses and all the King’s men.
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