Hoodwinked

Hickory Dickory Dock
It seems they've cleaned your clock.
Your time drew near
As did the fear
Of the hard place and the rock

Jack and Jill went up the hill
For fear of what held chase.
Young Jackie slipped
And poor Jill tripped
Both fell hard from grace.

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall
Surveying the scene, observing all
His voice full of spite
And with all of his might
He declared, "How the mighty will fall".

The stories we tell to a child
Are so often rought with guile
When looking for proof
From Old Mother Goose
You will find it seldom worth the while.