I had a little moppet, I put it in my pocket, And fed it with corn and hay. There came a proud beggar. And swore he should have her; And stole my little moppet away.
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Doodle doodle doo, The Princess lost her shoe: Her Highness hopped,-- The fiddler stopped, Not knowing what to do.
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"I am a gold lock." "I am a gold key." "I am a silver lock." "I am a silver key." "I am a brass lock." "I am a brass key." "I am a lead lock." "I am a lead key." "I am a don lock." "I am a don key!"
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Mary had a pretty bird, Feathers bright and yellow, Slender legs--upon my word He was a pretty fellow! The sweetest note he always sung, Which much delighted Mary. She often, where the cage was hung, Sat hearing her canary.
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Master I have, and I am his man, Gallop a dreary dun; Master I have, and I am his man, And I'll get a wife as fast as I can; With a heighty gaily gamberally, Higgledy piggledy, niggledy, niggledy, Gallop a dreary dun.
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Saw ye aught of my love a-coming from the market? A peck of meal upon her back, A babby in her basket; Saw ye aught of my love a-coming from the market?
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Draw a pail of water, For my lady’s daughter; My father’s a king, and my mother’s a queen, My two little sisters are dressed in green, Stamping grass and parsley, Marigold leaves and daisies. One rush! two rush! Pray thee, fine lady, come under my bush.
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Ring-a-ring-a-roses, A pocket full of posies; Hush! hush! hush! hush! We’re all tumbled down.
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Bobbin rode a rocking-horse ’Way down to Doubbledoon, He told his little sister He’d be back that afternoon. But maybe after all she didn’t Understand him right, For he wasn’t back again Till the middle of the night. And what did little Bobbin see ’Way down at Doubbledoon? He saw a crazy Arab Throwing bubbles at the moon, A monkey making faces And a rabbit in a rage, A parrot shouting “Murder!� From the ceiling of his cage. At last a yellow jumping-jack, A camel, and a coon, Chased poor little Bobbin All the way from Doubbledoon. Leroy F. Jackson
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Haven’t you heard of Terrible Tim! Well, don’t you get in the way of him. He eats lions for breakfast And leopards for lunch, And gobbles them down With one terrible crunch. He could mix a whole city All up in a mess, He could drink up a sea Or an ocean, I guess. You’d better be watching for Terrible Tim, And run when you first get your peepers on him. Leroy F. Jackson
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“What’s the use,� Said the goose, “To swim like a frog, When you go just as far If you float on a log?� “Why should I,� Said the fly, “Suck an old apple-core, When there’s sugar and fruit In the grocery store?� “It’s but right,� Said the kite, “That I follow the wind. What’s a fellow to do If he hasn’t a mind?� “You’ll allow,� Said the cow, “That I’m really no thief, When I turn all the clover I steal, into beef.� “Come again,� Said the hen, “On some other fine day. Don’t think ’cause I cackle I always
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There’s water in the rain barrel, And water in the well, There’s lots of water in the pond Where Hannah Hawkins fell. There’s water in the ocean, And water in the skies, And when a fellow blubbers He gets water in his eyes. But in the Barca desert Where the hippodoodles play, The water in the rivers Just dries up and blows away. Leroy F. Jackson
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There’s water in the rain barrel, And water in the well, There’s lots of water in the pond Where Hannah Hawkins fell. There’s water in the ocean, And water in the skies, And when a fellow blubbers He gets water in his eyes. But in the Barca desert Where the hippodoodles play, The water in the rivers Just dries up and blows away. Leroy F. Jackson
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Old Molly is lowing and lowing ’Way down in the old meadow lot. I’ve given her water and clover, And all of the apples I’ve got; But she won’t eat a thing that I give her, And never drinks even a sup, For they’ve taken her baby to market And some one has eaten it up. I’d just like to go to the city And cut them all up into halves And feed them to sharks and to lions— Those people that eat little calves. Leroy F. Jackson
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Dippy-Dippy-Davy, Half the Royal Navy In the dampness and the dark Was driving off a savage shark To Dippy-Dippy-Davy. Leroy F. Jackson
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Through fog and rain I run my train Wherever the track is laid, And over the road I carry a load Whenever the freight is paid. A kaddy of tea For Genessee, For Troy an empty crate, A man in brown For Uniontown To help them celebrate. Leroy F. Jackson
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Hipperty, clickerty, clackerty, bang, Get in a corner as fast as you can! The sideboard is tipsy, the table is mad, The chairs have lost all the sense that they had. So hipperty, clickerty, clackerty, bang, Get in a corner as fast as you can! Leroy F. Jackson
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A sailor gave his sonny Nearly half a pint of money And sent him out to buy a ton of coal; But he met a poor old miser Who told him it were wiser To bury all his money in a hole. A sailor gave his sonny Nearly half a pint of money And told him he should buy a suit of clothes; But he saw a pretty maiden With all kinds of posies laden, And he gave her all his money for a rose. Then the sailor gave his sonny Nearly half a pint of money To buy a
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A stove is a thing that gets awfully hot, And fries up your meat, or whatever you’ve got. It’s made out of iron and hinges and screws, And filled up with shakers, and dampers, and flues. It’s not very long and it’s not very wide; It’s got black’ning on top and ashes inside. Leroy F. Jackson
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Said the Robin to the Squirrel, “How d’ you do?� Said the Squirrel to the Robin, “How are you?� “Oh, I’ve got some cherry pies, And a half a dozen flies, And a kettle full of beetles on to stew.� Said the Squirrel to the Robin, “How d’ you do?� Said the Robin to the Squirrel, “How are you?� “I’ve a nest that’s nice and neat, And a wife that can’t be beat, And I’m every bit as happy now as you.� Leroy F. Jackson
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If I were richer I’d buy a pitcher With scenery on it. ’Jolica ware— Storks here and there, And a funny affair With ladies on it. In half a minute I’d mix up in it A wonderful drink— Peppermint, ice, Lemons and spice— Taste pretty nice, What do you think? Leroy F. Jackson
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Whenever I go out to walk, All the geese begin to gawk; And when I start to wander back, All the ducks begin to quack. Leroy F. Jackson
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