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Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty thought he was clever and all So bit by bit he stacked his bricks And built it two hundred feet tall Swinging his legs And nodding his head He looked down from the top At small puckered wells And small tuckered hills Of the villagers all around him And so time flew by And his wall grew high And higher And higher And in the heathens As he touched the heavens He cried, “Look up, bow to me!” And so he went Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king’s horses And all the king’s men Couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty Back together again But children, Don’t be sad But children, Don’t be sorry For that night the men swung their picks And the women scraped off the concrete And the children stole the bricks One by little one Till all that was left to his memory Was the flat crown of the ground Besides, the bricks weren’t really his, anyways
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Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 8:34 AM UTC
Humpty Dumpty
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty thought he was clever and all So bit by bit he stacked his bricks And built it two hundred feet tall Swinging his legs And nodding his head He looked down from the top At small puckered wells And small tuckered hills Of the villagers all around him And so time flew by And his wall grew high And higher And higher And in the heathens As he touched the heavens He cried, “Look up, bow to me!” And so he went Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king’s horses And all the king’s men Couldn’t put Humpty Dumpty Back together again But children, Don’t be sad But children, Don’t be sorry For that night the men swung their picks And the women scraped off the concrete And the children stole the bricks One by little one Till all that was left to his memory Was the flat crown of the ground Besides, the bricks weren’t really his, anyways
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Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 8:34 AM UTC
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