Fear Grows Up

Sing hey nonny nonny
Ding a dongle derry doo!
There’s a figgy in the pickle
And a piggle in the stew
And the peeping little hatchet-bird
Is coming after you!
Sing hey nonny nonny
Ding a dongle derry doo!

Sing hey nonny nonny
Ding a dongle derry dork!
There’s a butcher in the basement
With a rusting, bloody fork
And he wants to carve you up just like
A tasty bit of pork!
Sing hey nonny nonny
Ding a dongle derry dork!

Sing hey nonny nonny
Ding a dongle derry ded!
There’s an unintended consequence
That's lurking in your bed
And a bubble of uncertainty
That's growing in your head!
Sing hey nonny nonny
Ding a dongle derry ded!

Sing hey nonny nonny
Ding a dongle derry deep!
Now the days go marching by you
Like a herd of startled sheep
And the winding path to happiness
Is seeming rather steep!
Sing hey nonny nonny
Ding a dongle derry deep!

Sing hey nonny nonny
Ding a dongle derry doans!
There’s an unrelenting coldness creeping
In your aching bones
Soon they’ll plant you in a box beneath
Some shining, chiseled stones!
Sing hey nonny nonny
Ding a dongle derry doans!