"It was my favorite nursery rhyme as a child. Sob.
My dear departed Grandma used to sing it to me every time we played. Sob.
And now those two women and their racist lawyer have permanently scarred that sweet childhood memory of dear, dear, departed Grammy. Sob. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't love. I can't trust. I'm an emotional wreck!! Sob.Sob.
There is only one thing that can make me whole again.....Money.....Lots and lots and lots of money!!!"