' she should never say 'No.'"

"A rook has a nest on the top of the tree--
A big ship is coming from over the sea:
Now, which would be nicest, the ship or the nest?"
"Why, that would be nicest that Polly likes best."

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As I was walking up the street,
The steeple bells were ringing;
As I sat down at Mary's feet,
The sweet, sweet birds were singing.

As I walked far into the world,
I met a little fairy;
She plucked this flower, and, as it's sweet,
I've brought it home to Mary.

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Five little sisters walking in a row;
Now, isn't that the best way for little girls to go?
Each had a round hat, each had a muff,
And each had a new pelisse of soft green stuff.

Five little marigolds standing in a row;
Now, isn't that the best way for marigolds to grow?
Each with a green stalk, and all the five had got
A bright yellow flower, and a new red pot.

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In go-cart so tiny
My sister I drew;
And I've promised to draw her
The wide world through.

We have not yet started--
I own it with sorrow--
Because our trip's always
Put off till to-morrow.

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Some geese went out a-walking,
To breakfast and to dine;
They craned their necks, and plumed themselves--
They numbered four from nine;
With their cackle, cackle, cackle!
They thought themselves so fine.

A dame went walking by herself,
A very ancient crone;
She said, "I wish that all you geese
Were starved to skin and bone!
Do stop that cackle, cackle, now,
And leave me here alone."

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You are going out to tea to-day,
So mind how you behave;
Let all accounts I have of you
Be pleasant ones, I crave.

Don't spill your tea, or gnaw your bread,
And don't tease one another;
And Tommy mustn't talk too much,
Or quarrel with his brother.

Say "If you please," and "Thank you, Nurse:"
Come home at eight o'clock;
And, Fanny, pray be careful that
You do not tear your frock.

Now, mind your manners, children five,
Attend to what I say;
And then, perhaps, I'll let you go
Again another day.

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Poor Dicky's dead!--The bell we toll,
And lay him in the deep, dark hole.
The sun may shine, the clouds may rain,
But Dick will never pipe again!
His quilt will be as sweet as