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Nursery Rhyme. LVII. Tales.
by AnonymousLittle King Boggen he built a fine hall.
Pye-crust, and pastry-crust, that was the wall;
The windows were made of black-puddings and white,
And slated with pancakes - you ne'er saw the like.
Little King Boggen he built a fine hall.
Pye-crust, and pastry-crust, that was the wall;
The windows were made of black-puddings and white,
And slated with pancakes - you ne'er saw the like.