Nursery Rhyme. DLXII. Natural History.

    Lady bird, lady bird, fly away home,
    Thy house is on fire, thy children all gone,
    All but one, and her name is Ann,
    And she crept under the pudding-pan.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXXXCIX. Relics.

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Nursery Rhyme. LXXI. Tales.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLXIV. Paradoxes.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCXCIII. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXIII. Natural History.

    See, saw, Margery Daw,
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Nursery Rhyme. DLXVI. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. D. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXXI. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXV. Natural History.

    Snail, snail, shut out your horns;
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