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Little Tommy Tadpole began to wee… For little Tommy Tadpole had lost… And his mother didn’t know him as… For he wasn’t Tommy Tadpole, but…

Yarrawonga by herself Lived too long upon a shelf She a stolid farmer’s wife. Far remote from modern strife Drowsily beside her door

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