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MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB
Mary had a little lamb, She was too fond of him. Sleeping in her bed one night, She had a funny dream. She saw that the lamb had turned Into a tiger big, Munching with ferocious force A tender tiny twig. The twig turned in a moment Into a mighty oak; The tiger, on climbing it, Became a tiny frog. The frog came to Mary and Requested for some bread; She fed him and put him down In her own tiny bed. In the morning she got up And found there was no frog; In his place there was a prince, Wearing a silken frock. * Written in abcb 7-6-7-6 format. *This is a fanciful version of the classical fairy tale "FROG PRINCE" M C Gupta 30 May 2004
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