I found an old book of nursery rhymes yesterday and this was in it.
As I walked in a field of wheat,
I picked up something good to eat;
Neither fish, flesh, fowl, nor bone.
I kept it till it ran alone.
What did I find?
As I walked in a field of wheat,
I picked up something good to eat;
Neither fish, flesh, fowl, nor bone.
I kept it till it ran alone.
What did I find?
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