Nursery Crime

Simple Simon was not a pie-man;

No, he was a boxer

And he shot my father dead—“Die, man!”

Simple Simon was not a Wise Man;

No, he was a bouncer

Of by far a much greater size than

HIM.

Simple Simon was not known by then;

No, he was a bomber

And he blew up my heart; it died when—

Simple Simon was never my friend;

No, he was a bother

Of major proportions, oh, like them—

THEM.