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Little Miss
Muffet sighed and
played with her cat
languishing
Muffet on a toadstool sat
extinguishing
Pop Goes the
Weasel slinks away the
forest of its trees
naught but hobbyhorse of matchsticks
doth Weasel please
Froggy Would
a-woo himself
in the green pond
Froggy of his own reflet
was rather fond
Ninny
in his petticoat
glowing hot
Ninny of the hard head
filled with ought
Tom-Tom
the marchpane thief
took his sinecure for fief
who will ever drive him out
Tom-Tom with some borrowed clout?
(teach him that his valued swine
is spun sugar superfine)
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