Oranges and lemons
Say the bells of St. Clement's
You owe me five farthings
Say the bells of St. Martin's
When will you pay me?
Say the bells of Old Bailey
When I grow rich
Say the bells of Shoreditch
And when will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney
I do not know
Say the great bells of Bow
Here comes a candle
To light you to bed
And here comes a chopper
To chop off your head
~
traditional English nursery rhyme
4 comments:
very lovely art, wistful and pretty. the poem gets dark though... xo
You still have so much talent with compositions and transparencies, dear Deann.
I can almost smell that delicious smell through her nostrils...
This children's song is really terrible in its genre.
What I like (among other things) about you is that we often learn something in addition to feasting our eyes!
Be happy, relax and still creating my friend. HUGS!
Lovely layering Deann!
A true beauty!!
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