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قراءة كتاب Denslow's Mother Goose
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اللغة: English
الصفحة رقم: 2
does your garden grow?


Bye, baby bunting, |
Daddy's gone a hunting, |
He'll never get this rabbit's skin, |
To wrap the baby bunting in. |


Little Jack Horner |
Sat in the corner, |
Eating a Christmas pie; |
He put in his thumb, |
And he took out a plum, |
And said, |
"What a good boy am I!" |


Old King Cole |
Was a merry old soul, |
And a merry old soul was he: |
He called for his pipe, |
And he called for his bowl, |
And he called for his fiddlers three. |
Every fiddler, he had a fiddle, |
And a very fine fiddle had he; |
Twee tweedle dee, tweedle dee, went the fiddlers. |
Oh, there's none so rare, |
As can compare |
With King Cole and his fiddlers three. |

