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MOTHER STORIES
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There was a little boy went into a barn,
And lay down on some hay;
An owl came out and flew about,
And the little boy ran away.
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We're all in the dumps,
For diamonds are trumps;
The kittens are gone to St. Paul's!
The babies are bit,
The moon's in a fit,
And the houses are built without walls.