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48 Traditional Nursery Songs.
The fiddler's kind warning proved totally vain, The happy old lady danced round,
She trod on poor pussy, who squalled with the pain, And tumbled the dame to the ground.
" Why, Goody,' cried Gaffer, " you're rather too big, Like a baby, to lie sprawling there." But while he thus joked her, Poll twitched off his wig, And left his poor noddle quite bare.
Poll flew with the prize quite delighted about, While Gaffer most loudly did roar;
When quick from the saucepan the pudding jumped out, And danced in the sand on the floor.
The dame began laughing, the parrot laughed too;
The pudding bounced open the door; The door being open, Poll out of it flew,
And they fear'd they should see her no more.
Poll flew with her prize to the top of a tree ; Gaffer pelted with dirt and with stones; |
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