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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 37 pages of information about Verse and Prose for Beginners in Reading.

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Solomon Grundy,
Born on a Monday,
Christened on Tuesday,
Married on Wednesday,
Took ill on Thursday,
Worse on Friday,
Died on Saturday,
Buried on Sunday: 
This is the end
Of Solomon Grundy.

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The King of France went up the hill,
 With twenty thousand men;
The King of France came down the hill,
 And ne’er went up again.

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The man in the wilderness asked me,
How many strawberries grew in the sea. 
I answered him, as I thought good,
As many red herrings as grew in the wood.

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There was a crooked man, and he went a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile: 
He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.

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Tom, Tom, the piper’s son,
Stole a pig and away he run! 
The pig was eat, and Tom was beat,
And Tom went roaring down the street.

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There was a little boy went into a barn,
  And lay down on some hay;
An owl came out and flew about,
  And the little boy ran away.

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There was a man of our town,
And he was wondrous wise;
He jumped into a bramble bush,
And scratched out both his eyes: 
And when he saw his eyes were out,
With all his might and main
He jumped into another bush,
And scratched ’em in again.

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1.  This pig went to market; 2.  This pig stayed at home; 3.  This pig had a bit of meat; 4.  And this pig had none; 5.  This pig said, “Wee, wee, wee!  I can’t find my way home.”

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Tom, Tom, of Islington,
Married a wife on Sunday;
Brought her home on Monday;
Hired a house on Tuesday;
Fed her well on Wednesday;
Sick was she on Thursday;
Dead was she on Friday;
Sad was Tom on Saturday,
To bury his wife on Sunday.

WEE WILLIE WINKIE.

Wee Willie Winkie
  Runs through the town,
Upstairs and downstairs,
  In his night-gown;
Tapping at the window,
  Crying at the lock,
“Are the babes in their bed? 
  For it’s now ten o’clock.”

SINGING.

Of speckled eggs the birdie sings
  And nests among the trees;
The sailor sings of ropes and things
  In ships upon the seas.

The children sing in far Japan,
  The children sing in Spain;
The organ with the organ man
  Is singing in the rain.

THE COW.

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