Nursery Rhyme. DCXII. Relics.

    Hink, minx! the old witch winks,
        The fat begins to fry:
    There's nobody at home but jumping Joan,
        Father, mother, and I.

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Nursery Rhyme. XCIII. Proverbs.

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Nursery Rhyme. CCCLV. Games.

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Nursery Rhyme. DXXIV. Natural History.

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Nursery Rhyme. VI. Historical

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