Nursery Rhyme. DCXIV. Relics.

    What are little boys made of, made of,
    What are little boys made of?
    Snaps and snails, and puppy-dog's tails;
    And that's what little boys are made of, made of.
    What are little girls made of, made of, made of,
    What are little girls made of?
    Sugar and spice, and all that's nice;
    And that's what little girls are made of, made of.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXXX. Jingles.

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Beards

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Drinking

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCLXXIV. Love And Matrimony.

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