The Real Mother Goose by Unknown
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page 108 of 140 (77%)
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COCK-A-DOODLE-DO Oh, my pretty cock, oh, my handsome cock, I pray you, do not crow before day, And your comb shall be made of the very beaten gold, And your wings of the silver so gray. AN ICICLE Lives in winter, Dies in summer, And grows with its roots upward! A SHIP'S NAIL Over the water, And under the water, And always with its head down. THE OLD WOMAN OF LEEDS There was an old woman of Leeds, Who spent all her time in good deeds; She worked for the poor Till her fingers were sore, |
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