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" Not I," said the grouse. " Then I '11 carry it myself," Said the little red hen.
" Who '11 bring home the flour ? " " Not I," said the mouse, " Not I," said the grouse. " Then I '11 do it myself," Said the little red hen.
" Who '11 make the cake ?" " Not I," said the mouse, " Not I," said the grouse. "Then I '11 make it myself," Said the little red hen.
11 Who '11 bake the cake ? " " Not I," said the mouse, " Not I," said the grouse. " Then I '11 do it myself," Said the little red hen.
" Who '11 eat the cake," ,; I will," said the mouse, " I will, said the grouse. " I will eat it myself," Said the little red hen.
A Game of Children in Philadelphia. — The following rhyme is still danced by girls in the streets of Philadelphia : —
Water, water, wild-flowers,
Floating up so high ; We are all young ladies,
And we 're sure to die, Except :
She is a fine young lady.
Fie ! fie ! fie ! for shame ! Turn your back and tell your beau's name. (The girl must name her " beau.")
's a fine young man,
He stands at the door with his hat in his hand,
Down comes , all dressed in white,
A flower in her bosom, and herself so white.
Doctor, doctor, can you tell
What will make poor well ?
She is sick and like to die,
And that will make poor cry.
��-, don't you cry,
��Your true-love will come by and by, Dressed in white and dressed in blue, And after a while she '11 marry you.
��Philadelphia, Pa.
��Talcott Williams.
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