The Three Wise Men Of Gotham



The Three Wise Men Of Gotham.

                Three wise men of Gotham
                    Went to sea in a bowl:



                If the bowl had been stronger,
                    My song would have been longer.

Leonard Brooke

Leonard Leslie Brooke was a British artist and writer, born on September 24, 1862. He is best known for his illustrations for children's books, including classic nursery rhymes and fairy tales such as 'Johnny Crow's Garden' and 'The Golden Goose Book.' His work brought a distinctive elegance and charm to the illustration of children's literature. In addition to his writing, his illustrations have been featured in works by other authors as well. He passed away on May 2, 1940.

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                Where shall I wander?



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                And in my lady's chamber.



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