She sold seashells by the seashore,
saving sand dollars and dreaming of more,
yearning for a place that was far far away.
Of course that was all before.
See, Jack was nimble and Jack was quick,
but Jack didn’t wrap his candlestick
that fated night, during their roll in the hay.
No, she wasn’t just seasick.
Their Little Boy Blue sure had a reason to cry,
his mother’s love was tough to come by
and his father couldn’t be bothered to stay.
Tears keep raining while life keeps pouring
from the crack of dawn each morning
’til the cow can be seen over the moon
when Little Boy Blue blows his little gold horn
a sad little tune for the regrettably born
(and any dish who’s looking spoon).
Then a strange voice starts humming along,
harmonizing with the boy’s lament of a song,
when soon the two begin to croon:
Now little baby, don’t believe the lie
for we all must live, but we all must die.
Sooner than later, it’ll come to pass
your heart will shatter like broken glass
and you’ll realize around that time
you can’t live inside a nursery rhyme.
Hush little baby, don't say a word,
your broken heart can still be heard
even when you can’t bear to sing,
’cos a broken heart is a common thing.
Each ’once upon a time’ is doomed to fail—
Oh no, this life ain’t a fairytale.