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Nursery Rhymes
The Good Little
Girls
Oh, where are all the good little girls?
Where are they all today?
And where are all the good little boys?
Tell me, somebody, pray.
Safe in their father’s and mother’s hearts
The girls are stowed away;
And where the girls are look for the boys
Or so I’ve heard folk say.
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