Gary Gary quite the Fairy,
How does your bank debt grow?
With Posh’s claws dug in my skull,
and pretty gifts all in a row.

Baa, baa, Posh’s sheep,
Have you any gold?
Yes Ma’am, yes Ma’am,
Three bags full;
All for the Goddess,
And Posh is her name,
But none for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.

Posh and Paul
Went to the mall
To fetch a pail of diamonds.
Paul fell down
And broke his crown
And Posh left to the Islands.

One, two, buy me shoes;

Three, four, you’re going poor;

Five, six,bring me goldbricks;

Seven, eight, lay them straight;

Nine, ten, do it again;

Ring a-round the Poshy,
A pocket full of money,
Bankrupt! Bankrupt!
You all fall down!

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