foot in;She tried the key-hole in the door,She tried the crevice in the floor, And drove the chimney soot in. And then one night when it was dark,She blew up such a tiny spark, Till all the house was pothered:From it she raised up such a flame,As flamed away to Belting Lane, And White Cross folks… … MY LADY WIND.
Nursery rhymes
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