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52 The three little kittens washed their mittens, And hung them out to dry; "O mother dear, Do you not hear, That we have washed our mittens? '

"Washed your mittens! Oh, you 're good kittens. But I smell a rat close by! ' "Hush, hush ! mee-ow, mee-ow! We smell a rat close by! Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!'

THERE was an owl lived in an oak, Wisky, wasky, weedle; And every word he ever spoke Was "fiddle, faddle, feedle."

A gunner chanced to come that way, Wisky, wasky, weedle; Says he, "I'll shoot you, silly bird." Fiddle, faddle, feedle.