Hinx, minx, the old witch winks,
The fat begins to fry;
Nobody home but Jumping Joan,
Father, mother, and I.
Stick, stock, stone dead,
Blind man can't see;
Every knave will have a slave,
You or I must be he.
who remembers mother goose anymore? only the fairest few favoured by the gods. minds and memories made to mention uncorrupted antiquity; treated as
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