For some reason this nursery rhyme popped into my head this evening, and it occurred to me that I had never heard anyone outside of my family saying it, I don't think. Its gruesome heartlessness is brilliant:
Willie in his nice new sashes,
Fell in the fire and burned to ashes,
Though the room grew dark and chilly,
Nobody cared to poke poor Willie.
"What is that mess upon the street that looks like strawberry jam?"
"Hush hush, Mama, it is Papa run over by a tram."
Hope you enjoyed :)