The Real Mother Goose by Unknown
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The reason why I cannot tell;
But this I know, and know full well, I do not like thee, Doctor Fell! A COUNTING-OUT RHYME Hickery, dickery, 6 and 7, Alabone, Crackabone, 10 and 11, Spin, spun, muskidun, Twiddle 'em, twaddle 'em, 21. JACK AND HIS FIDDLE "Jacky, come and give me thy fiddle, If ever thou mean to thrive." "Nay, I'll not give my fiddle To any man alive. "If I should give my fiddle, They'll think that I've gone mad; For many a joyous day My fiddle and I have had." BUTTONS Buttons, a farthing a pair! Come, who will buy them of me? |
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