Mother Goose





I had a little husband,
No bigger than my thumb;
I put him in a pint-pot,
And there I bid him drum.

I bought a little horse,
That galloped up and down;
I bridled him and saddled him,
And sent him out of town.

I gave him a pair of garters,
To garter up his hose,
And a little silk handkerchief
To wipe his snotty nose.

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