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One a penny, two a penny, hot cross-buns;
If your daughters do not like them, give them to
your sons. But if you should have none of these pretty little
elves, You cannot do better than to eat them yourselves.
I Had a little dog, and his name was Blue Bell,
I gave him some work and he did it very well;
I sent him up stairs to pick up a pin,
He stepped in the coal-scuttle up to the chin;
I sent him to the garden to pick some sage,
He tumbled down and fell in a rage;
I sent him to the cellar, to draw a pot of beer/
He came up again and said there was none there.
Little boy blue, come blow up your horn,
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man!
See, saw, Margery Daw,
Little Jackey shall have a new master; Little Jackey shall have but a penny B day,
Because he can't work any faster.
Hush a bye, baby, on the tree top,
All on a summer's day:
And took them clean away.
The King of Hearts
And beat the Knave full sore:
And vowed he'd steal no more.