Twinkle twinkle little star
finger pricked by a brier
Pretty girls do not weep
Lullaby me to sleep
Ugly is ugly to the bone
Tinker Bell cannot go home
Old wives tales are only crud
Dorothy’s slippers stained with mud
The black birds ate the maidens pie
And Mama told her daughter lies

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