In winter I got up at night, And dress by yellow candle light,In summer quite the other way,I have to go to bed by day.
One, two, three, four, mary at the cottage door,Five, six, seven, eight,Eating cherries off a plate.
There was a young man from Leeds,Who swallowed a packet of seeds.Within just an hour,His nose was a flower,And his head was a riot of weeds.
I like honey all my life,I paste them on my knife,They are always very stiff,It is hard to take them off.
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