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Goosey, goosey, gander, Where shall I wander? Up stairs, down stairs, And in my lady's chamber: There I met an old man That would not say his prayers; I took him by the left leg, And threw him down stairs. |
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Sing, sing! What shall I sing? The cat's run away with the pudding-bag string. Do, do! What shall I do? The cat has bit it quite in two. |
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