Wow! Dark!
Merry go round the mulberry bush Around the bush, The burning bush. Knot the twigs in cat’s cradles To keep the mittens on. Weave a web with tangles in To keep them out, To keep it tight, Fill the holes with thickened lies To make a solid sigh. Look it up and look it down, Not a crack can now be found. Clap your hands and turn around, The fat is in the fire. |
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