Nursery Rhyme. DCXX. Relics.

    Little girl, little girl, where have you been?
    Gathering roses to give to the queen.
    Little girl, little girl, what gave she you?
    She gave me a diamond as big as my shoe.

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Nursery Rhyme. V. Historical

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Nursery Rhyme. CXCVI. Riddles.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXXVI. Scholastic.

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