If she leaves you a rhyme for your treacherous crime, then your future is hexed and you'll soon be next.
Hey, diddle, diddle,
Kat and her fiddle,
The unlucky disappeared under the moon,
The corrupt men laughed,
To hear of a woman famous for such sport,
Until they lay silent and never undertake another villainous tune.
Welcome to Nursery Crimes, where tales are twisted and happily ever afters are not always guaranteed...
Hey, diddle, diddle,
Kat and her fiddle,
The unlucky disappeared under the moon,
The corrupt men laughed,
To hear of a woman famous for such sport,
Until they lay silent and never undertake another villainous tune.
Welcome to Nursery Crimes, where tales are twisted and happily ever afters are not always guaranteed...