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Mary Had a Little Lamb
Mary had a little lamb,
Little lamb, little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow.
Everywhere that Mary went,
Mary went, Mary went,
Everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.
It followed her to school one day,
School one day, school one day,
It followed her to school one day,
Which was against the rules.
It made the children laugh and play,
Laugh and play, laugh and play,
It made the children laugh and play,
To see a lamb in school.
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Mary Mary Quite Contrary
Mary, Mary, quite contrary
How does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockleshells
And pretty maids all in a row.
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Merry-Go-Round
Let's go ride on a merry-go-round,
it's lots of fun to do.
The horses go up and then go down,
and round and round with you.
The music is so happy and gay,
it makes you dance inside.
With gay colored flags and flashing lights,
it's such a beautiful sight.
Then round and round and up and down,
and round and round again.
Oh, I hope this wonderful ride
will never never end!
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Monday's Child
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for its living,
But a child that's born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blythe and good and gay.
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The Moon
There is a lovely lady,
Whom I have often seen,
She's fair and bright and beautiful,
And she was born a queen.
She looks both mild and gentle,
Though she lives in regal state,
And her attendant nobles
In countless myriads wait.
Her mien is humble, and with them
Her dignity she shares,
She would not that her lustrous eye
Should dim the light of theirs.
Upon the ground her beaming smiles
And blessings fall unheard,
She kisses every folded flower
And every silent bird.
If, when we draw our curtains,
We draw them not too tight,
She steals a glance into our room
And wishes us good-night!
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Mother Goose
Old Mother Goose, when she wanted to wander,
Would ride through the air on a very fine gander.
Mother Goose had a house, 'T was built in a wood,
Where an owl at the door for a sentinel stood.
She had a son Jack, a plain-looking lad,
He was not very good, Nor yet very bad.
She sent him to market, a live goose he bought;
"Here, Mother," says he, "It will not go for naught."
Jack's goose and her gander grew very fond;
They'd both eat together, or swim in one pond.
Jack found one morning, as I have been told,
His goose had laid him an egg of pure gold.
Jack sold his egg to a merchant untrue,
Who cheated him out of half of hid due.
Then Jack went a-courting a lady so gay,
As fair as the lily, as sweet as the may.
The merchant and squire Soon came at his back,
And began to belabor the sides of poor Jack.
Then old Mother Goose that instant came in,
and turned her son Jack into famed Harlequin.
She then with her wand touched the lady so fine,
And turned her at once into sweet Columbine.
The gold egg into the sea was thrown then,-
When Jack jumped in, and got the egg back again.
The merchant got the goose, which he vowed he would kill,
Resolving at once his pockets to fill.
Jack's mother came in, and caught the goose soon,
And mounting its back, flew up to the moon.
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My Father Is Extremely Tall
My father is extremely tall
When he stands upright like a wall--
But I am very short and small.
Yet I am growing, so they say,
A little taller every day--
It's not enough to notice it,
Except when dresses will not fit,
And Nurse says, "Let it down a bit."
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My Fingers
My lady-like First Finger looks
Extremely grave when up alone--
As though she said, "Now mind your books,
And let your work be nicely done."
My Thumb's a sturdy little chap,
He has no wish to grow up tall,
And says he doesn't care a rap,
Although he's shortest of them all.
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