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Pat-A-Cake
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man,
Bake me a cake as fast as you can.
Roll it, and prick it, and mark it with a "B"
And put it in the oven for Baby and me!
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A Penny And A Purse
A penny murmured to a purse:
"You feel so nice and smooth and warm
I have stayed in many worse,
Lacking comfort, wanting charm.
"I've passed my life with all degrees,
In wondrous journeys to and fro
And tales of hardship or of ease
You ask a penny--he will know!
"I can tell you, Purse, my friend,
Many weary weeks I've lain
Wondering if the need to spend,
E'er would speed me forth again!
"Then as fate would have it so,
Ten times in a single day,
I've changed owners, until, oh!
I'd have given worlds to stay.
"I've made my bed upon the floor,
In children's pockets have I slept
And once when I was all her store
A woman, parting with me, wept.
"A silent witness I have been,
Of life and death, of laughter, tears;
And here a word and there a scene
Will linger in my mind for years."
And so the penny to the purse
(Until with sleep his eyes grew dim)
Did thus of many things converse,
And then the purse told me of him.
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Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater
Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater,
Had a wife and couldn't keep her.
He put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her, very well.
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Polly, Put the Kettle On
Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
We'll all have tea.
Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
They've all gone away.
Blow the fire and make the toast
Put the muffins down to roast,
Blow the fire and make the toast,
We'll all have tea!
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The Postman
The postman has a weary face
His step is weary too,
But is it Mary Jane, or Grace,
Or Minnie, is it you
The postman looks so kindly at?
I fear it is not me!
The postman smiles and lifts his hat,
Oh dear, who can it be?
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Pretty Mouse
Pretty mouse, I like to see
Your sparkling eyes look up at me!
Did you leave your home so snug
That I might see you on the rug?
I almost think you came to play
Because I'm not quite well to-day;
You cannot speak,--I'm sure it's true,
And it was very kind of you.
You need not start so, silly mouse,
There's not a cat in all the house!
Besides, you see, I've shut the door,
So you can run all round the floor.
Come hither, and a morsel take
Of this most delicious cake.
You won't--what do you mean to say,
Twisting your nose in that queer way?
You don't believe the cake is nice?
I'm sure it's much too good for mice!
What, you won't taste it! Well, then, don't,
But I shall eat it if you won't.
Ah! now the crumbs are falling fast,
So you've changed your mind at last,
And hither run in scrambling haste,
That you may have a little taste.
But, mouse, I'm quite ashamed to see
You eating crumbs so greedily!
If you go on so fast, you will
Most certainly be very ill.
You've had enough--you're going back
To your small home behind the crack.
Why are you taking that large crumb?
No doubt to give your children some.
Dear mouse--then see--I'll give you more,
Here's a large crumb before your door.
There now--pull harder--pull it through,
And call your friends to feast with you.
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The Primrose
The primrose murmured to the wind,
"Drink in my fair scent, and go
And tell the child you left behind,
Where I and hidden violets grow.
"Tell him the squirrels leap the boughs,
The woodpecker goes tap, tap, tap!
While baby rabbits sit and browse
Upon the green turf's mossy lap.
"Tell him that scarlet toadstools stain
The silent pathways through the wood,
The spider weaves a jeweled chain,
The busy ant's abroad for food.
"Then bid him" said the primrose, "come
To sing with us, and work and play,
To hear the wild bee's pleasant hum,
And be contented all the day."
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Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat
Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been?
I've been to London to visit the queen.
Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?
I frightened a little mouse under the chair.
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