Jack Horner

In the corner
Sits Jack Horner
An ordinary bloke
Got me pregnant
I'm indignant 
For Jack well he is broke
Had his baby 
Called me crazy
For Jack didn't like to work
To God I'd pray
Perhaps someday
My Jack would come around
I cooked and cleaned
His Majesty
Asshole and tarnished crown
He never tried
Sex he denied
His whore lived in our town
Our baby boy
A perfect joy
His dad just didn't care
And so one day
This burning rage
Erupted in despair
And with a gun
I killed my hun
To make him disappear
My dear sweet boy
His mama's coy
We live in Toledo

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