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The Land of
Nursery Rhymes
Ann Ann Come
Quick
Ann, Ann!
Come! quick as you can!
There's a fish that TALKS
In the frying pan.
Out of the fat,
As clear as glass,
He put up his mouth
And moaned 'Alas!'
Oh most mournful,
'Alas, alack!'
Then turned to his sizzling,
And sank him back
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