y Story = Ring around the rosey,

A pocket full of posey,

A tissue, a tissue,

We all fall down...

I would always sing that song with my friends in the playground... on the pathway... in one spot right next to tree where the flowers would always die...

Ring around the rosey... it etches on your skin... envelopes your body if you scratch it again and again...

Pocket full of posey you think that it may work... but its a myth for all you know you couls make the Black worse...

A tissue a tissue, youy get what i mean...

And when you fall down.. you wont stand up again...

Your Deth is Black... you die of pain... slowly painfully you go insane so when a child sings that sing again... stop them.. and warn them... the plauge may spread agan!