Nursery Rhyme. DLXXIII. Natural History.

    See, saw, Margery Daw,
    The old hen flew over the malt house,
    She counted her chickens one by one,
    Still she missed the little white one,
    And this is it, this is it, this is it.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXXI. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXXXVII. Jingles.

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Nursery Rhyme. CXCV. Riddles.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXLI. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXIX. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXXV. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXXIII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXXXII. Natural History.

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    Come hop, hop, hop;
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    Will you stop, stop, stop?
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