| Riddle me, riddle me, rot-tot-tot |
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| Inky pinky, my black hen |
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| Cow Boy's Lament |
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| The South wind brings wet weather |
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| Willie Warstle, auld Carle |
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| I gaed owre Bottle-brig |
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| Around the house, arickity-rary |
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| California Trail |
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| When clouds appear like rocks and towers |
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| I got a little manikin, I set him on my thoomiken |
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And I mus say
That you did a fine
Job writting your poem