Humpty Dumpty's Wall:

My poor little heart
Fell off the wall,
Busted my head
From that big fall.

All the King's horses
All the King's men,
All of their hearts
Couldn't make it mend.

They searched the lands
Valleys and mountains,
For just that right person
To heal such a pouncing.

It's not the little baker
That lives down the way,
For all that he touches
Is put down right away.

It's not the little banker
That lives out of town,
For all that he touches
Comes tumbling down.

It's not the little cop
That lives in the city,
For all that he touches
Comes down to selfpity.

It's not the little grocier
Who we see in the store,
For all that she touches
It falls in the floor.

Well who is it then
To fix my poor heart,
After that big ole fall
That tore me apart.

But one of this land
Can do such a thing,
Only that can be done
By your next little fling.