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Sevena Smith With seven faces (One with a beard), The girl next-door Is kinda weird. Little Alice Liddell O Little Alice Liddell went, All on a summer's day, Down, down a deep, dark rabbit hole, Landed, and went her way Adventuring through Wonderland, Where face cards played croquet. She made some friends, and drank some tea, And proved a right good lass. She barely kept her head, and then Awoke on English grass. When back she went to Wonderland 'T was through the looking glass. Gunther Gutenjunge Gunther Gutenjunge's an eellogofusciouhipoppokunurious boy With a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious cat, A ztyxnmweqbdvghrpakcfljious dog, And a baby brother who's an acrasial brat. The Skipper The skipper is skipping and skipping and skipping And skipping and skipping and skipping and tripping. Nicholas Claus A fella named Nicholas Claus Can't ever skip Christmas because He delivers the toys To the good girls and boys Whose cookies are made for his jaws.
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Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 4:08 AM UTC
The Nursery Rhymes of Father Goose, Part V
Sevena Smith With seven faces (One with a beard), The girl next-door Is kinda weird. Little Alice Liddell O Little Alice Liddell went, All on a summer's day, Down, down a deep, dark rabbit hole, Landed, and went her way Adventuring through Wonderland, Where face cards played croquet. She made some friends, and drank some tea, And proved a right good lass. She barely kept her head, and then Awoke on English grass. When back she went to Wonderland 'T was through the looking glass. Gunther Gutenjunge Gunther Gutenjunge's an eellogofusciouhipoppokunurious boy With a supercalifragilisticexpialidocious cat, A ztyxnmweqbdvghrpakcfljious dog, And a baby brother who's an acrasial brat. The Skipper The skipper is skipping and skipping and skipping And skipping and skipping and skipping and tripping. Nicholas Claus A fella named Nicholas Claus Can't ever skip Christmas because He delivers the toys To the good girls and boys Whose cookies are made for his jaws.
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