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Humpty-Dumpty sat on a wall, Humpty-Dumpty had a great fall; All the king's horses, and all the king's men Cannot put Humpty-Dumpty together again. (An egg)
Mistress Mary, quite contráry How does your garden grow? With cockle-shells, and silver bells, And pretty maids all in a row.
Bye, baby bunting, Daddy's gone a hunting, He'll never get this rabbit's skin, To wrap the baby bunting in.
Little Jack Horner Sat in the corner, Eating a Christmas pie; He put in his thumb, And he took out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!"
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, And he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three. Every fiddler, he had a fiddle, And a very fine fiddle had he;
Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers. Oh, there's none so rare, As can compare With King Cole and his fiddlers three.
Baa, baa. black sheep, Have you any wool? Yes, marry, have I, Three bags full; One for my master, And one for my dame, And one for the little boy Who lives in the lane.
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