Mother Goose

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T HERE was an owl lived in an oak, Whiskey, Whaskey, Weedle; And all the words he ever spoke "Were Piddle, Paddle, Feedle.
A gunner chanced to come that way, Whiskey, Whaskey. Weedle;
Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly hird," So Piddle, Paddle, Peedle.
T HE harher shaved the mason, And as I suppose Cut off his nose, And popp'd it in the hasin.
THERE was a little girl, And she had a little pig. . She learned the little "brute
To dance a little jig. This pretty little girl
Had a pretty little taste, She dressed this little porker up
With ribhons round his waist. By little and by little,
She learned him how to spell, And now he knows his lessons
A little, bit too well. He creeps into her little room,
Upon her little trunnel bed, And Sarah Little says, she will
Cut off his little head.
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