the queen of hearts, she made some tarts
all on a hot summer’s day
the knave of hearts, he stole those tarts
and ran far away
the queen, her heart, it turned too ****
and filled her with dismay
and then the ****, it changed her heart
now hear the mad queen say,
‘off with his head
off with his head
off with his head, my prey’
yes, the ****, it killed her heart
and now the knave is dead