The Story Of Cruel Frederick

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 dead