Ring around the rosie
Running from black death
Nothing can save us a deal has been made

Pocket full of posie
Save us from black death
We did not see our error
Until our last dying breath

Ashes ashes
Our eyes like glass
We can't see the smoke rise
Or the fire overhead

We all fall down
Try to run if you must
But black death catches all
From the poor to the mighty
Brought to our knees

Black death is coming
So run and flee