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Mamma gives me ev’rything,
Calls me “Little Lamb,”
When I’m good; but I’ll not say
What she gave me yesterday,
When she made me go away
From a pot of jam.


“Why is that bell a-ringing?” asked the stranger of a boy
Who did not seem to grasp the query’s scope:
“I’m not quite certain, sir,” said the boy, “but I infer
There must be someone pulling on the rope.”

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