Dead Children"s Rhyme

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven -
One of us will be in heaven,
Eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve -
One of us will burn in hell.

Thirteen, fourteen and fifteen -
It"s a pity, you can"t swim,
Sixteen, seventeen, nineteen -
Pillow will suppress your scream.

Twenty should be said in whisper -
A vampire couldn"t miss us,
Twenty-one and twenty-two -
That"s my coffin, this - for you.

Twenty-three and twenty-four -
Bloody puddle on the floor,
Twenty-five and twenty-six -
Your hanged body devil kicks.

Twenty-seven, twenty-eight - 
Ambulance has come too late,
In the end comes twenty-nine -
Now it"s time for you to die!