THE BLACK HEN
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Hickety, pickety, my black hen,
She lays eggs for gentlemen;
Gentlemen come every day
To see what my black hen doth lay.
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DIDDLE DIDDLE DUMPLING
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Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John
Went to bed with his breeches on,
One stocking off, and one stocking on;
Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John.
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THE MIST
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A hill full, a hole full,
Yet you cannot catch a bowl full.
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MISS MUFFET
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Little Miss Muffet
Sat on a tuffet,
Eating of curds and whey;
There came a big spider,
And sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
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