The Butcher The Baker The Candlestick maker
Sat down to drink some beers
To chat about how business was
In all the passing years

The Butcher told tales 'bout the meat he sold
How it tended to Meow then Moo

The Baker told tales 'bout the loaves he made
Left his customers with the flu

The Candlestick maker sat silent
For he knew his tales would be seen
Most devilish and most violent

Making Candles for Killers who rapture in flames
Burning down a small city
To laugh gaily through it's remains