One a time upon an egg,
it was the wall that fell,
and jack had fallen up the hill,
and empty was the well.

The frog had kissed the princess,
and a wart had blossomed there,
And the old lady had no children,
in a house she lived quite fair.

And while Mary's lamb stayed in the field,
Ms. Muffet ate porridge instead,
And the mice could really see quite well,
and the stout little tea *** was made out of lead.

This is the land I live in,
Of backward tales you see,
For while I am quite young and fair,
There is no Prince to rescue me.

And here the hare really won the race,
because he was so fast.
And Daisy then said yes to marriage,
without even being asked.

And the Bears invited Goldiehair-
(She didn't have the curls).
And here the wolves both big and bad,
Didn't eat little pigs or red-hooded girls.

The kittens never lost their mittens,
And King Cole let the black birds fly,
And Mary just grew pickles,
And the littlest piggy didn't cry.

This is the land I live in,
Of backward tales you see,
For while I am quite young and fair,
There is no Prince to rescue me.

And while one Jack demanded gold
from the man who offered beans,
Another landed on a candle stick
And burned right through his jeans.

And while Grandma now lives by route 62,
the river and woods cleared away.
London Bridge never fell,
But they'll tear it down too someday.

Old McDonald had no pets
and Ms. Mary Mack dressed in blue.
And this Old Man just walked home,
And oh! One, two, we tied our shoes!

This is the land I live in,
Of backward tales you see,
For while I am quite young and fair,
There is no Prince to rescue me.

And while Jack Horner sat at the table
to say “What a bad boy am I!”
All the children laughed and played
While the witch enjoyed her pie.

And little boy blue and brother john
always wake up on time.
And the little girl bought the ginger bread man,
from the baker, for just a dime.

And while Mrs. Betty Botter ordered pizza,
and the goose laid a silver egg,
the cradle was safe in the new tree house,
and we walked to our loos on two legs.

And we all know the Muffin Man,
who sells coffee now.
And the moon up there, he really wished,
He could jump over the cow.

And the wheels on the bus don't go round anymore,
we all take the train,
and the farmer finally moved out of the dell,
the busy house was a pain.

And all the stars here twinkle,
and we don't fall around the rosie,
the weasel is to nice to pop any more,
and bed made of peas, the princess is cozy.

This is the land I live in,
Oh who is that at the door?
Oh, go away young, fair Prince,
There is no one here to rescue, anymore.