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Mamma gives me ev’rything,Calls me “Little Lamb,”When I’m good; but I’ll not sayWhat she gave me yesterday,When she made me go awayFrom a pot of jam.


“Why is that bell a-ringing?” asked the stranger of a boyWho did not seem to grasp the query’s scope:“I’m not quite certain, sir,” said the boy, “but I inferThere must be someone pulling on the rope.”

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