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by Gerrard Wllson


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  Hickory dickory dock,

  The mouse ran up the clock,

  The clock struck twelve,

  The mouse fell down to hell...

  Hickory dickory dock – he’s gone.

  Hey Diddle, Diddle

  Hey diddle, diddle,

  The cat and the fiddle,

  The cow jumped into the lake.

  The little mouse laughed to see such fun,

  And the dish ran away with the plate,

  He did, the dish ran away with the plate.

  Rub-A-Dub-Dub

  Rub-A-Dub-Dub

  Three men in a tub,

  And who do you think they were?

  The blacksmith, the grinder,

  The mechanic’s provider,

  All going to the fair.

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  Times they were hard,

  Recession was biting,

  They hoped for work at the fair,

  But all that they found,

  Were more penniless patrons,

  Looking, not buying, right here, right there,

  Looking, not buying, right here.

  The Man in the Moon

  The man in the Moon,

  Looked out of the Moon,

  Looked out of the Moon, and said,

  “Tis time for all children on earth, you know,

  To be setting about going to bed.”

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