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  King Boggen he built a fine hall, Pie-crust and pastry-crust that was the wall, The windows were made of black puddings and white, And slated with pancakes, you ne'er saw the like.



children sliding on the ice, Upon a summer's day; As it fell out they all fell in, The rest they ran away.

Now, had these children been at home, Or sliding on dry ground,