Mother Goose

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SNAIL, snail, come out of your bole,
Or else I will beat you as black as a coal.
SING a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie;
When the pie was open'd The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish, To set before the king ?
The king was in his counting-house, Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlor, Eating bread and honey.
The maid was in the garden, Hanging out the clothes;
Down came a blackbird, And pecked off her nose.
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