The Real Mother Goose

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THE TARTS

The Tarts
  The Queen of Hearts,
  She made some tarts,
All on a summer’s day;
  The Knave of Hearts,
  He stole the tarts,
And took them clean away.

  The King of Hearts
  Called for the tarts,
And beat the Knave full sore;
  The Knave of Hearts
  Brought back the tarts,
And vowed he’d steal no more. The Tarts

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