This is cruel Frederick Frederick see A horrid wicked boy was he He caught the flies the poor little things And tore off all their tiny wings
He threw the kittens down the stairs He broke all the chairs And ah far worse than all beside He beat his Mary ‘til she cried ‘Til she cried
The trough was full a dog called Tray Went out to drink one sultry day Well he had scarcely wet his lip When cruel Fred snatched up a whip He whipped poor Tray ‘til he was sore And then he whipped him more and more
At this poor Tray grew very red And he bit Fred And he bit Fred ‘Til he bled ‘Til he bled
Well then you should have been by To see how Fred did scream and cry He had to go go to bed His leg was very sore and red The doctor came and shook his head Fred Fred Fred He was dead He was dead He was dead He was dead Dead Dead Dead Dead Fred was deadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
