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Little Miss Muffet
sat on a tuffet,
eating her curds and whey,
There came a big spider,
who sat down beside her,
and frightened Miss Muffet away.

Twinkle, twinkle little star
how I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
like a diamond in the sky,
twinkle, twinkle, little star,
how I wonder what you are.

Lavender's blue, diddle, diddle,
lavender's green:
When I am king, diddle, diddle,
You shall be queen.

Hickory, dickory, dock
the mouse ran up the clock.
The clock struck one,
the mouse ran down,
Hickory, dickory, dock.

Mary, Mary quite contrary
how does your garden grow?
With silver bells and cockle shells,
and pretty maides, all in a row.

Ring-a-ring o' Roses
a pocket full of poises,
A-tishoo! A-tishoo!
We all fall down.

Pat-a-Cake, Pat-a-Cake, baker's man;
Bake me a cake as fast as you can.
Pat it and prick it, and mark it with B,
Put it in the oven for baby and me.

Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick!
Jack jump over,
the candle stick.

Little Betty Blue,
lost her holiday shoe.
What can little Betty do?
Give her another,
to match the other,
and then say,
may walk out in two.

Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John,
went to bed, with his trousers on;
One shoe off, and one shoe on,
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John.

Baa, baa, black sheep,
Have you any wool?
Yes, marry, have I,
Three bags full;

One for my master,
One for my dame,
But none for the little boy
Who cries in the lane.

Christmas comes but once a year,
And when it comes it brings good cheer.

"To think that this is Christmas Day!"
Said Harold to his aunt,
"I know it really is, and yet,
Believe it - well, I can't!
I've had a tree, my stocking, too,
This morning full I found,
But how can I believe it
With no snow upon the ground?

Look at the sea so bright and blue,
And feel the soft, warm air,
And there are roses all in bloom,
And lilies, I declare!
I think that California
Is lovely, but it's queer,
How different Christmas is at home
From what it is out here."

"Ah, Harold!" gently said his aunt,
"No matter where you go,
In country strewn with flowers like this,
Or clad in ice and snow,
The birthday of the Christ-child is
The same in every place,
And happy greetings in His name,
Bring smiles to every face."

He came all so still
Where His mother was,
As dew in April
That falleth on the grass.

He came all so still
To His mother's bower,
As dew in April
That falleth on the flower.

He came all so still
Where His mother lay,
As dew in April
That falleth on the spray.

Mother and maiden
Was never none but she;
Well may such a lady
God's mother be.

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