Ninny nanny netticoat

Ninny nanny netticoat,
In a white petticoat,
        With a red nose,--
The longer she stands,
        The shorter she grows.

Helen Beatrix Potter

Helen Beatrix Potter was an English writer, illustrator, natural scientist, and conservationist best known for her children's books featuring animals, such as those in 'The Tale of Peter Rabbit.' Born in 1866, she grew up in a wealthy Unitarian family. Potter's works have had a profound impact on children’s literature. Besides writing, she was also an avid conservationist and used proceeds from her books to preserve the Lake District's natural beauty. She passed away in 1943.

Helen Beatrix Potter

Three blind mice

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This pig

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Goosey, goosey, gander,

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