The Real Mother Goose by  Blanche Fisher Wright

Little Polly Flinders

Little Polly Flinders

Sat among the cinders

Warming her pretty little toes;

Her mother came and caught her,

Whipped her little daughter

For spoiling her nice new clothes.


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