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The three little kittens put on their mittens,

And soon ate up the pie;

'Oh, mother dear, we greatly fear

That we have soiled our mittens.'

Cat.

'Soiled your mittens! mittens! You naughty kittens!' Then they began to sigh,

Mi-ow, mi-ow, mi-ow.

The three little kittens washed their mittens,
And hung them out to dry.

Oh, mother dear, see here! see here!
Our mittens we have washed!'

Cat.

'Washed your mittens, you darling 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.

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THE FROG.

A frog he would a-wooing go,

Whether his mother would let him or no.

So off he marched with his nice new hat,
And on the way he met a rat.

When they came to the door of the mouse's hall,

They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call.

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Pray, Mrs. Mouse, are you within?'
Oh yes, Mr. Rat, I am learning to spin.'

Pray, Mrs. Mouse, will you give us some beer? For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer.'

But just as they were all a-merry-making,
The cat and her kittens came tumbling in.

The cat she seized the rat by the crown,
The kittens they pulled the little mouse down.

This put poor frog in a terrible fright, So he took up his hat and wished them goodnight.

As froggy was crossing him over a brook,
A lily-white duck came and gobbled him up.

So there was an end of one, two, and three, The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Froggee.

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To keep himself warm,

And hide his head under his wing,

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Poor thing.

JENNY WREN.

Jenny Wren fell sick

Upon a merry time,

In came Robin Redbreast,

And brought her sops and wine.

'Eat well of the sops, Jenny,
Drink well of the wine;
'Thank you, Robin, kindly,
You shall be mine.'

Jenny she got well,

And stood upon her feet, And told Robin plainly, She loved him not a bit.

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Robin, being angry,
Hopped upon a twig;

Saying, 'Out upon you, Jenny,
Fye upon you,

bold-faced jig.'

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ROBIN'S WOOING.

'Twas once upon a time

When Jenny Wren was young,

So daintily she danced,

So prettily she sung;
Robin Redbreast lost his heart,
For he was a gallant bird;
So he doffed his hat to Jenny Wren,
Requesting to be heard.

'Oh, dearest Jenny Wren!

If you will but be mine,

You shall feed on cherry pie, you shall,

And drink new currant wine;

I'll dress you like a goldfinch
Or any peacock gay;

So, dearest Jen, if you'll be mine,
Let us appoint the day.'

Jenny blushed behind her fan,

And thus declared her mind;

'Since, dearest Bob, I love you well, I'll take your offer kind.

Cherry pie is very nice,

And so is currant wine,

But I must wear my plain brown gown,
And never go too fine.'

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THE LITTE BIRD.

Once I saw a little bird come hop, hop, hop, So I cried, Little bird, will you stop, stop, stop?'

And was going to the window to say, 'How do

you

do?

But he shook his little tail, and far away he flew.

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WHO KILLED COCK ROBIN?

Who killed Cock Robin?
I, said the Sparrow;
With my bow and arrow,
I killed Cock Robin.

Who saw him die?
I, said the Fly;
With my little eye,
I saw him die.

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