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Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . The north wind doth blow,And we shall have snow,And what will poor Robin do then ?Poor thing!Hell sit in a to keep himself warmWill hide his head under his wing,Poor thing! Nursery Rhymes 17 Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,Where have you been? Ive been up to LondonTo look at the queen. Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,AVhat did you there? I frightened a little mouseUnder the 18 Nursery Rhymes Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye,Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. Whe
Journeys through Bookland : a new and original plan for reading applied to the world's best literature for children . The north wind doth blow,And we shall have snow,And what will poor Robin do then ?Poor thing!Hell sit in a to keep himself warmWill hide his head under his wing,Poor thing! Nursery Rhymes 17 Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,Where have you been? Ive been up to LondonTo look at the queen. Pussy-cat, pussy-cat,AVhat did you there? I frightened a little mouseUnder the 18 Nursery Rhymes Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye,Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened,The birds began to sing; Wasnt that a dainty dishTo set before the king? The king was in his counting-house,Counting out his money; The queen was in the parlor,Eating bread and honey; The maid was in the garden, Hanging out the clothes;Down came a blackbird. And nipped off her nose.
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