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MOTHER STORIES
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There was a little boy went into a barn,
And lay down on some hay;
An owl came out and flew about,
And the little boy ran away.




Polly, put the kettle on
Polly, put the kettle on,
Polly, put the kettle on,
And let 's drink tea.

Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
Sukey, take it off again,
They're all gone away.



We're all in the dumps,
For diamonds are trumps;
The kittens are gone to St. Paul's!
The babies are bit,
The moon's in a fit,
And the houses are built without walls.