Horrible histories - Plague song | Текст песни

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• Horrible histories
• Plague song

It starts with a little flea
That jumps upon a rat,
It bites the rat and gives it germs,
And for the rat that’s that.
Then the flea it looks for somewhere else to find its food,
It hops on you and me
And starts to suck our blood...
First you feel a little poorly,
And then you start to swell.
Then you start to spit some blood,
And then you really smell.
Then you know it’s time to ring
Yor funeral bell.
Along comes Mister Death
And swishes you to Hell!
There’s lots of cures to help you
If you have the cash,
Kill the village cats and dogs
And burn them all to ash.
Sit down in a sewer
So the smell drives plague away,
Place chicken bottoms on your spots
Then you’ll be okay.
Plague kills little children
Even more than mums or dads.
A priest said it’s because
The wicked kids have acted bad.
Half the people on the earth
Are simply blown away.
So for Mister Death these will be
Really busy days.