l ITTLE Polly Flinders sat among the cinders,
Lo Narming her pretty little toes.
Her mother came and caught her,
And whipped her Itttle daughter
For spoiling her nice new clothes.

¥ HAD a little pony ;
They called him dapple-gray ;
Yjent him toalady, —
To ride a mile away.
She whipped him, she slashed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now
For all the lady’s hire.

Pe ed 6

i caught a hare alive;
G27. 5 0 10

I let her go again.

 

RJ MAT are little boys made of, made of,

W What are little boys made of ?

Snaps and snails, and puppy-dog’s tails, .

And that’s what little boys are made of, made of. |

What are little girls made of, made of, made of,
What are little girls made of ?
Sugar and spice, and all that is nice,

And that’s what little girls are made of, made of.

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\S, i HERE wasa fat man
LLGa® ) (Ge € Bombay
a(S Niec’s SS, Oh Ob en ey:

“Who was smoking
one sunshiny day;
When a bird,
called a snipe,
Flew away
with his pipe,

Which vexed the fat man
SS of Bombay.

 
 
     
    

  

   

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