There Was A Little Man, And He Had A Little Gun, And He Went To The Brook, And He Shot A Little Rook; And He Took It Home To His Old Wife Joan, And Told Her To Make Up A Fire, While He Went Back, To Fetch The Little Drake; But When He Got There, The Drake Was Fled For Fear, And Like An Old Novice, He Turn'D Back Again.
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