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THERE was a little guinea-pig,
Who, being little, was not big; He always walked upon his feet, And never fasted when he eat.
When from a place he ran away,
He often squeaked; was sometimes vi'lent;
One day, as I am certified,
Come under my hat,
And when I bake,
I'll give you a cake, If I am not mistaken.
bed, to bed,
Says Sleepy-head; Stay awhile, says Slow;
Put on the pot,
Lived a man and his wife,
For, to people's surprise,
They both saw with their eyes, And their tongues moved whenever they spoke.
When quite fast asleep,
I've been told, that to keep
They walk'd on their feet,
And ’t was thought what they eat Help'd, with drinking, to keep them alive.
TO market ride the gentlemen,
So do we, so do we;
Hobbledy gee, hobbledy gee:
AT a cake, pat a cake, baker's man,
Make me a cake as fast as you can; Pat it, and prick it, and mark it with T, And send it home for Tommy and me.
The moon doth shine as bright as day;
My little maid is not at home;