The Butcher, The Baker, The Candlestick maker

The Butcher, The Baker, The Candlestick maker

There is not one but three  undertaker
The Butcher, The Baker, The Candlestick maker
Named so by how they caused there victim’s death
How they would all mutilate  within a breath
Leaving without a trace but a marking of their trade
The Butcher, would skin or remove meat with his blade
Only the finest freshest meat would do for sell
A living carcass insures quality that is well
He was a man of many talents in the work place
That would require him to have his own space
Unlike his first crime he began to toss the blade up in air
Making sure it would land in the square center of his victim’s hair
Only after he was done harvesting you see
Remember now he was one of a group of three
The Baker would say he was an artist,
Meaning he would be third form the smartest
Though, he had failed in the kitchen so many times
He couldn’t not burn anything if he needed the dimes
His true talent was the left over ash
He could leave all you would want or a dash
Having burned everything he ever did cook
The baker knew how much gas a room took
If you wanted it blackened, scorched, or turned to soot
He would make it to your desire, ever last square foot
Now the last of the group and the most shy
Who only wanted to harm things that did cry
See he never could grow wax in his ears
This plagued him for many many long years
screams and loud noises would hurt his head
To stop that he would choke till they were dead
So hung babies and kids but he wasn’t a neck breaker
Using a wick they called him the candle stick maker
After there screams were cut short and movement ceased
He would say a small prayer as if some kind of priest
Grinning at the job he had completed he made his way
Out the door and down the hall leaving the body to sway
They would meet up at the end of their daily tasks
Complimenting each other from under their masks
Leaving by their own  means
Living as if not fiends
Till they resume being the three undertaker
The Butcher, The Baker, The Candlestick maker

My version of “The Butcher, The Baker, The Candlestick maker” Comes from the traditional version of the “Three Men in a Tub” Nursery Rhyme, no copyright infringements implied, Original ideas and content date back to the 18th century, to view the original works please go to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nursery_rhymes