The Real Mother Goose

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THREE CHILDREN ON THE ICE

Three children sliding on the ice
  Upon a summer’s day,
As it fell out, they all fell in,
  The rest they ran away.

Oh, had these children been at school,
  Or sliding on dry ground,
Ten thousand pounds to one penny
  They had not then been drowned.

Ye parents who have children dear,
  And ye, too, who have none,
If you would keep them safe abroad
  Pray keep them safe at home.

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