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Every lady in this land
Has twenty nails upon each hand
Five and twenty on hands and feet.
All this is true without deceit.

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Great A, little a,
Bouncing B!
The cat's in the cupboard,
And she can't see.

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Hark, hark,
The dogs do bark,
The beggars are coming to town;
Some in rags,
Some in jags,
And some in velvet gowns.

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Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie;