Ten little Indian boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self and then there were nine.
Nine little Indian boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself and then there were eight.
Eight little Indian boys traveling in Devon;
One said he’d stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in halves and then there were six.
Six little Indian boys playing with a hive;
A bumblebee stung one of them and then there were five.
Five little Indian boys going in for law;
One got in Chancery and then there were four.
Four little Indian boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little Indian boys walking in the zoo;
A big bear hugged one and then there were two.
Two little Indian boys sitting in the sun;
One got all frizzled up and then there was one.
One little Indian boy left all alone;
He went and hanged himself and then there were none
YouTube has the 1945 film which I’ve watched.
Never expected it to have the most recent adaptation.
BTW : My sis-in-law is in love with Toby Stephens. Son of the glorious and divine Maggie Smith. She (sis) and I share a similar taste in tasty men
The book is dark. The 1945 film is stupid.
The recent one – I’ll watch later. Reviews said it was “sexed” up!