[rosstex]

    Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop.
    When the wind blows, the cradle will rock.
    When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall.
    And down will come Baby, cradle and all.

or

    It’s raining, it’s pouring,
    The old man’s snoring.
    He went to bed
    And he bumped his head
    And he couldn’t get up in the morning.

Tell me these ain't dark.

[telesilla]

And relevant today:

Ring-a-ring o'roses

A pocket full of posies

A-tissue, a-tissue

We all fall down

(actually this is not at all related to the plague but it makes a more scary story if we say it does)

[dan-robertson]

You’d think the author of the article would have thought about other contemporary stories and mentioned them on their article...