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Title: Cecily Parsley's Nursery Rhymes
Author: Beatrix Potter
Release Date: November 6, 2007 [EBook #23350]
Language: English
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CECILY PARSLEY'S
NURSERY RHYMES
[Illustration]
BY
BEATRIX POTTER
F. WARNE & CO.
Though flattered by imitators galore Miss Potter's work stands supreme.
Her many picture stories should be among the first books owned by
children.
[Illustration]
CECILY PARSLEY'S NURSERY RHYMES
FOR LITTLE PETER IN NEW ZEALAND
[Illustration]
CECILY PARSLEY'S
NURSERY RHYMES
BY
BEATRIX POTTER
_Author of
"The Tale of Peter Rabbit," etc._
NEW YORK
FREDERICK WARNE & CO., LTD.
[_All rights reserved_]
Copyright, 1922,
by
Frederick Warne & Co., Ltd.
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Cecily Parsley lived in a pen,
And brewed good ale for gentlemen;
Gentlemen came every day,
Till Cecily Parsley ran away.
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Goosey, goosey, gander,
Whither will you wander?
Upstairs and downstairs,
And in my lady's chamber!
This pig went to market;
This pig stayed at home;
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This pig had a bit of meat;
And this pig had none;
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This little pig cried
Wee! wee! wee!
I can't find my way home.
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Pussy-cat sits by the fire;
How should she be fair?
In walks the little dog,
Says "Pussy! are you there?"
[Illustration]
"How do you do, Mistress Pussy?
Mistress Pussy, how do you do?"
"I thank you kindly, little dog,
I fare as well as you!"
Three blind mice, three blind mice,
See how they run!
They all run after the farmer's wife,
And she cut off thei
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