Mother Goose

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	THERE was a little guinea pig Who, being little, was not big, He always walked upon his feet, And never fasted when he eat. When from a place he ran away, He never at that place did stay; And when he ran, as I am told, He ne'er stood still for young or old.	He often squeak'd, and sometimes vi'lent, And when he squeak'd he ne'er was silent; Though ne'er instructed by a cat, He knew a mouse was not a rat. One day, as I am certified, He took a whim and fairly died; And, I am told by men of sense, He never has been living since.
			THREE was an old woman toss'd up in a basket, Nineteen times as high as the moon, Where she was going I couldn't but ask it, For in her hand she carried a broom.
	" Old woman, old woman, old woman," quoth I, " 0 whither, 0 whither, 0 whither, so high ?" "To brush the cobwebs off the sky!" "Shall I go with thee?" "Aye, by and by." ( 80 )