Nursery Rhyme. DLIII. Natural History.

    Pussy sits behind the fire,
        How can she be fair?
    In comes the little dog,
        Pussy, are you there?
    So, so, Mistress Pussy,
        Pray how do you do?
    Thank you, thank you, little dog,
        I'm very well just now.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXIII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXXVI. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXVIII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXVI. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXXVIII. Natural History.

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