English poem
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by W. B. Rands
There was an old man, and he had an old gun, And he went to a cake shop, and aimed at a bun; The bullet it shot the old baker’s old cat, “Stop thief!” says the baker, “why, what are you at?”
English poem
by W. B. Rands
There was an old man, and he had an old gun, And he went to a cake shop, and aimed at a bun; The bullet it shot the old baker’s old cat, “Stop thief!” says the baker, “why, what are you at?”