Fatal Flower Garden

It rained, it poured, rained so hard Rained so hard all day Till all the boys in our school They came out to talk and play And they tossed the ball Again so high, then again so low Till it fell into a flower garden No one's allowed to go When a tipsy gypsy lady All dressed in yellow and green Says, '€œCome here, come here My pretty little boy and get your ball again'€ '€œNo, I won't come in and I say ain't coming Without my playmates all I'm gonna get my father and tell him about it And then the tears shall fall'€ Well, first she offered an apple sweet And then a tangerine Then she offered him a diamond That seemed to do the trick That enticed him in Well, she took him by his lilly-white hand And she led him through the hall She took him to an upper room Where no one could hear him call No, not a soul Bury the Bible at my feet The testament at my head If my dear father should call for me Won't you tell him that I am dead Bury the Bible at my head And the testament at my feet If my dear mother should call for me Won't you tell her that I'm asleep