The toothfairy
Was a nice lady
Now there's blood on her hands
And she's completely crazy
Santa's little helper
Knocking on the door
A bloody blade in his hand
Coming back for more
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet
Eating her curds and whey
But what we don't know
Is the spider's long gone
Instead something worse took its place
Mummy what happened
To easter bunnies' hands
Why is the fur
Covered in red?
These fairytails get worse
As they get older
If we just didn't have them
We might live longer
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