  Of sweethearts she has quite a few, They come from near and far; But the sailor who comes there each night She calls her evening’s tar. * * * “Won’t you step into the parlor?” Said the spider to the fly. “You bet your life I’ll not,” she said. And winked her other eye. “You must think I’m easy, And that you are very sly, No knock-out drops in mine, sir, For I’m a Spanish fly.” * * * Mary had a little lamb, A joyous, youthful mutton; And when they played at parlor games ’Twas Mary got the butt’n. * * * Little Mary had a monkey On a painted stick, She sucked the paint all off one day, It made poor Mary sick. * * * The boy sat on the moon-lit deck, His head was in a whirl; His eyes and mouth were full of hair, |
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