The Real Mother Goose by Unknown
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page 102 of 140 (72%)
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The man in the wilderness Asked me How many strawberries Grew in the sea. I answered him As I thought good, As many as red herrings Grew in the wood. LITTLE JACK HORNER Little Jack Horner Sat in the corner, Eating of Christmas pie: He put in his thumb, And pulled out a plum, And said, "What a good boy am I!" THE BIRD SCARER Away, birds, away! Take a little and leave a little, And do not come again; For if you do, I will shoot you through, And there will be an end of you. |
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