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At the Back of the North Wind
Caught up the dish,
Said, " It's just what I wish To hold my cold plum-porridge!"
Gave the cow a rat-tat,
Flung water on the cat, And sent him away like a rocket.
Said, "O Moon there you are!"
Got into her car, And went off with the spoon in his pocket
Hey ho! diddle, diddle!
The wet cat and wet fiddle, They made such a caterwauling,
That the cow in a fright
Stood bolt upright Bellowing now, and bawling;
And the dog on his tail,
Stretched his neck with a wail. But "Ho! ho!" said the man in the moon—
" No more in the South
Shall I burn my mouth, For i 've found a dish and a spoon.'* |
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