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The Real Mother Goose by Unknown
page 94 of 140 (67%)
She whipped him, she slashed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now
For all the lady's hire.


A WELL

As round as an apple, as deep as a cup,
And all the king's horses can't fill it up.


COFFEE AND TEA

Molly, my sister and I fell out,
And what do you think it was all about?
She loved coffee and I loved tea,
And that was the reason we couldn't agree.


PUSSY-CAT MEW

Pussy-cat Mew jumped over a coal,
And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole.
Poor Pussy's weeping, she'll have no more milk
Until her best petticoat's mended with silk.


THE LITTLE GIRL WITH A CURL

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