• There was an old woman
    Who lived in a shoe
    She had so many children
    She didn't know what to do
    She lined their meals
    With arsenic and lead
    And left their cold corpses
    For the wolves to be fed
    Away she trudged on
    Without feeling or rapture
    Numbed by her deed
    Her soul for the capture
    By the laws of the world
    To death was she bound
    With simple admittance
    That her life should come end
    Trigger, bullet, and gun
    Did away her spirit send
    And just as her body
    On this life plane fell
    Her spirit in torture
    Was given to hell