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IN N marble walls as white as milk,

Lined with a skin as soft as silk;
Within a fountain crystal clear,
A golden apple doth appear.

No doors there are to this stronghold, Yet thieves break in and steal the gold. (An egg.)

Down in a dark dungeon I saw a brave

knight,

All saddled, all bridled, all fit for the

fight.

Gilt was his saddle, and bent was his bow; Thrice I've told you his name, and yet you don't know.

HUMPTY DUMPTY sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a sad fall;

Not all the King's horses,

Nor all the King's men,

Could set Humpty Dumpty up again.

(An egg.)

THE THREE KITTENS

THREE little kittens lost their mittens,

And they began to cry,
"O mother dear,

We very much fear

That we have lost our mittens."

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"What! lost your mittens!
You naughty kittens!
Then you shall have no pie."
Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.'

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'No, you shall have no pie."

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Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow."

The three little kittens found their

mittens,

And they began to cry,

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O mother dear,

See here, see here!

See! we have found our mittens."

"Put on your mittens, You silly kittens,

And you may have some pie."

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The three little kittens put on their mittens,

And soon ate up the pie.

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O mother dear,

We greatly fear

That we have soiled our mittens."

"Soiled your mittens!

You naughty kittens!"

Then they began to sigh,

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Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow."

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Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow."

The three little kittens washed their

mittens,

And hung them out to dry;

"O mother dear,

Do you not hear

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Oh, you're good kittens.

But I smell a rat close by.

Hush! hush! mee-ow, mee-ow."

"We smell a rat close by,

Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow.".

THERE

HERE 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 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.

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