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THE REAL MOTHER GOOSE (Selected Rhymes)
Illustrated by Blanche Fisher Wright
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A LITTLE MAN

There was a little man, and he had a little gun,
And his bullets were made of lead, lead, lead;
He went to the brook, and saw a little duck,
And shot it right through the head, head, head.

He carried it home to his old wife Joan,
And bade her a fire to make, make, make.
To roast the little duck he had shot in the brook,
And he’d go and fetch the drake, drake, drake.

The drake was a-swimming with his curly tail;
The little man made it his mark, mark, mark.
He let off his gun, but he fired too soon,
And the drake flew away with a quack, quack, quack.

Illustration for the nursery rhyme, A Little Man, by Blanche Fisher Wright - from The Real Mother Goose


DOCTOR FOSTER

Doctor Foster went to Glo’ster,
In a shower of rain;
He stepped in a puddle, up to his middle,
And never went there again.
Illustration for the nursery rhyme, Doctor Foster, by Blanche Fisher Wright - from The Real Mother Goose


JERRY HALL

Jerry Hall, he was so small,
A rat could eat him, hat and all.



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The complete text and the illustrations of "The Real Mother Goose" displayed here are, to the best of my knowledge, in the public domain.