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“This famous wicked little tale Should never have been put on sale It is a mystery to me Why loving parents cannot see That this is actually a book
Round the world and home again That’s the sailor’s way Faster faster, faster faster There’s no earthly way of knowing Which direction we are going
‘If you are old and have the shake… If all your bones are full of ache… If you can hardly walk at all, If living drives you up the wall, If you’re a grump and full of spit…
There’s no earthly way of knowing Which direction they are going! There’s no knowing where they’re r… Or which way they river’s flowing! Not a speck of light is showing,
As I was going to St Ives I met a man with seven wives Said he, 'I think it’s much more… Than getting stuck with only one.’
“My teacher wasn't half as nice as… His name was Mister Unsworth and… And when you didn't know a date he… And start to twist while you sat t… He'd twist and twist and twist you…
I guess you think you know this st… You don’t. The real one’s much mo… The phoney one, the one you know, Was cooked up years and years ago, And made to sound all soft and sap…
As soon as Wolf began to feel That he would like a decent meal, He went and knocked on Grandma’s… When Grandma opened it, she saw The sharp white teeth, the horrid…
Mary, Mary, quite contrary How does your garden grow? ‘I live with my brat in a high-ris… So how in the world would I know.…
‘Attention please! Attention plea… Don’t dare to talk! Don’t dare to… Don’t doze or daydream! Stay awak… Your health, your very life’s at s… Ho–ho, you say, they can’t mean me…
Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle i… Cover it in chocolate and a miracl… The candy man, the candy man can The candy man can ‘cause he mixes… And makes the world taste good
‘No animal is half as vile As Crocky-Wock, the crocodile. On Saturdays he likes to crunch Six juicy children for his lunch And he especially enjoys
Gooses, geeses I want my geese to lay gold eggs f… At least a hundred a day And by the way I want a feast
I never thought my life could be Anything but catastrophe But suddenly I begin to see A bit of good luck for me ‘Cause I’ve got a golden ticket
In England once there lived a big And wonderfully clever pig. To everybody it was plain That Piggy had a massive brain. He worked out sums inside his head…