Nursery Rhyme. DV. Natural History.

    Some little mice sat in a barn to spin;
    Pussy came by, and popped her head in;
    "Shall I come in, and cut your threads off?"
    "Oh! no, kind sir, you will snap our heads off!"

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Nursery Rhyme. LXXXII. Proverbs.

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Nursery Rhyme. XXXIX. Literal

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Nursery Rhyme. DLII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. X. Historical

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Nursery Rhyme. DXIII. Natural History.

    Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?
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Nursery Rhyme. DLXX. Natural History.

    Pretty John Watts,
    We are troubled with rats,
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    We have mice, too, in plenty,
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Nursery Rhyme. DVI. Natural History.

        The sow came in with the saddle,
        The little pig rock'd the cradle
        The dish jump'd over the table
        To see the pot with the ladle.
        The broom behind the butt
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Nursery Rhyme. DI. Natural History.

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        Sat in his garret,
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Nursery Rhyme. DXXX. Natural History.

    Hie hie, says Anthony,
    Puss in the pantry
    Gnawing, gnawing
    A mutton mutton-bone;
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