The Real Mother Goose

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WEE WILLIE WINKIE

Wee Willie Winkie
Wee Willie Winkie runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs, in his nightgown;
Rapping at the window, crying through the lock,
“Are the children in their beds? Now it’s eight o’clock.”

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