Heatherton Weatherby looked like a zombie
She walked and she talked like one too
I wasn't quite sure ’till she opened my skull
And ate all my brains with a spoon
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Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner
With a dull and rusty knife
He cut off his thumbs
And his toes and his tongue
And said what a good boy am I!
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