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Diddle Diddle Dumpling, My Son John
Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John,
Went to bed with his breeches on.
One stocking off, and one stocking on;
Diddle diddle dumpling, my son John.
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Don't Let the Bedbugs Bite
Good night, sleep tight,
Don't let the bedbugs bite.
Wake up bright,
In the morning light,
To do what's right,
With all your might.
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A Dream
Last night when I was fast asleep,
Who do you think ran after me?
But A, B, C, each holding hands
It was the strangest sight to see!
A danced a jig on nimble feet,
Fat B sat down upon the bed,
And C, to show what he could do,
Turned round and stood upon his head!
In blank surprise I stared at them
How odd the dancing letters seemed!
And then I rubbed my eyes and woke,
And knew that I had only dreamed!
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