Nursery Rhyme. CCCXLIV. Games.

    I can make diet bread,
        Thick and thin;
    I can make diet bread,
        Fit for the king.

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Nursery Rhyme. LXXIX. Tales.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXXIV. Paradoxes.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXV. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. DCXXXVII. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXLIII. Games.

        [The two following are fragments of a game called "The Lady of the Land," a complete version of which has not fallen in my way.]

    Here comes a poor woman from baby-land,
    With three small children in her hand:
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    The other can make a pretty round cake.
    One can sit in the garden and spin,
    Another can make a fine bed for the king;
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXXXIV. Games.

        [A game on the slate.]

    Eggs, butter, bread,
    Stick, stock, stone dead!
    Stick him up, stick him down,
    Stick him in the old man's crown!

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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXVII. Games.

        [Rhymes used by children to decide who is to begin a game.]

    One-ery, two-ery,
        Ziccary zan;
    Hollow bone, crack a bone,
        Ninery, ten:
    Spittery spot,
        It must be done;
    Twiddleum twaddleum,
        Twenty-one.

    Hink spink, the puddings stink,
        The fat begins to fry,
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        Father, mother, and I.
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        Blind man can't see,
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Nursery Rhyme. CCLXXXVIII. Games.

        [The following seems to belong to the last game; but it is usually found by itself in the small books of children's rhymes.]

    Sieve my lady's oatmeal,
        Grind my lady's flour,
    Put it in a chesnut,
        Let it stand an hour;
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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXXXIX. Games.

        [An exercise during which the fingers of the child are enumerated.]

    Thumbikin, Thumbikin, broke the barn,
    Pinnikin, Pinnikin, stole the corn.
    Long back'd Gray
    Carried it away.
    Old Mid-man sat and saw,
    But Peesy-weesy paid for a'.

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