WEE WILLIE WINKIERuns through the town,Up stairs and clown stairsIn his nightgown; c> o Tapping at the window, Crying through the lock, Are the babies in their beds ?Its past ten o-clock! A S I was going to St. Ives,I met a man with seven wives,Every wife had seven sacks,Every sack had seven…
Nursery rhymes
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