Little Miss Muffet, Muffet, Sat on her tuffet, tuffet Eating her curds and whey Down came a spider, spider, Sat down beside her, side her And frightened Miss Muffet away
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Star of the evening, pretty little evening star-ar-ar Star of the evening, shining on the cookhouse door
Little Jack Horner Sat in a Corner Eating his Christmas pie He put in his thumb And pulled out a plum And said what a good boy am I
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Old Mother Hubbard Went to her cupboard To fetch her poor doggy a bone But when she got there The cupboard was bear So the poor little doggy had none
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