Nursery Rhyme. DXCI. Natural History.

    Goosy, goosy, gander,
    Who stands yonder?
    Little Betsy Baker;
    Take her up, and shake her.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCXXXIV. Jingles.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXXXIII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCCLXXVII. Love And Matrimony.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCXX. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXXIII. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXLIX. Natural History.

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    Snail, snail, put out your horns,
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Nursery Rhyme. DXIII. Natural History.

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