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Master Riddle-me-Roo, If I've heard true, Was the strangest fellow That ever I knew. He asked for a thrashing To keep him awake, And said he loved physic Better than cake. |
He'd run out undressed In the snow and the ice; He ate up a thistle And said it was nice. He sat on the chimney Until he fell through; And that's all I know Of young Riddle-me-Roo. |
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