The Rhyme of Rhymes
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
The bridge is falling down
And Jack and Jill went up the hill
Only to break their crowns
Humpty Dumpty sat on his wall
While the children played beneath
With ring around the rosy and pockets full of posies
They all fell to their feet.
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