Mother Goose

Children's Book of Songs & Nursery Rhymes, c1850

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Multiplication is vexation,
Division is as bad; The Rule of Three doth puzzle me,
And Practice drives me mad.
There was an owl lived in an oak,
Wisky, wasky, weedle;
And every word he ever spoke .
Was fiddle, faddle, feedle.
A gunner chanced to come that way,
Wisky, wasky, weedle;
Says he, " I'll shoot you, silly bird,"
Fiddle, faddle, feedle.