Mother Goose

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HICKETY, pickety, my black
She lays eggs for gentlemen;
Sometimes nine,
Sometimes ten. Gentlemen come every day, To see what my black hen doth lay.
HERE comes a poor woman
from baby-land, With three small children in her
hand: One can brew, the other can bake, The other can make a lily-white
cake. One can sit in the garden and spin, Another can make a fine bed for
the king; Pray ma'am will you take one in?
HERE we are on Tom Tiddler's
ground, Picking up gold and silver.
HEY! diddle, diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jump'd over the moon;
The little dog laugh'd
To see such sport, While the dish ran after the spoon.
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