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Originally Posted by Soroban  Hello, masters!
Another dangerous rhyme involves the fig pluckers . . .
These are not tongue-twisters, but I love the last lines.
Mary had a little lamb,
His feet were black as soot.
And everywhere that Mary went
His sooty foot he put.
A comely young lady named Hyde
Ate too many apples and died.
. . The apples fermented
. . Within the lamented,
And made cider inside her inside.
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Soroban, The last one there reminds me of: The Modern Hiawatha
by George A. Strong
He killed the noble Mudjokivis.
Of the skin he made him mittens,
Made them with the fur side inside,
Made them with the skin side outside.
He, to get the warm side inside,
Put the inside skin side outside.
He, to get the cold side outside,
Put the warm side fur side inside.
That's why he put the fur side inside,
Why he put the skin side outside,
Why he turned them inside outside.