Pop goes the weasel
the weasel goes pop
i painted on the easel
and i just can't stop.
Over the moon the cow did sail
and the dish ran away with the spoon...
a journey I go onwith avail
won't be back until next june!
Little miss muffet indeed sat on her tuffet
eating that curd and way
I rescued a kitten, but only to let
her live another day.
Hey diddle diddle look! a cat and a fiddle
playing all night and day....
Im bursting, im bursting! I must take a piddle
Oh look, there's a tree hooray!!
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