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A BOOK OF NURSERY RHYMES
Pussy-cat Mew |
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And in her best petticoat burnt a great hole.
Poor pussy's weeping, she'll have no
more milk
Until her best petticoat's mended with silk,
Didley, diddledy, dumpty:
The cat ran up the plum-tree.
Half a crown
To fetch her down;
Diddledy, diddledy, dumpty.
