ring around the rosey
pocket full of posies
ashes, ashes
we all fall down
birdie grabs my hand
her little pixy face
bright with delight
as she drags me
into the dance
ring around the rosey
pocket full of posies
littlest sister cackles
in between us two
her blue eyes sparkle
as we three whirl
round and round
ashes, ashes
we all fall down
we are alive
and kicking
laughing, loving
from full hearts
reveling in right now
ring around the rosey
pocket full of posies
someday they will
be taller than me
someday they will
be too big for this
wild delight of childhood
ashes, ashes
we all fall down
someday they will
no longer be little —
but then there is a dance
unending and a song
that never grows old
ring around the rosey
pocket full of posies
ashes, ashes
we all will rise again
