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Said the fly to the bug
'Where's my precious golden jug?
It's not around in my hole
Also where's my silver bowl?'
'I don't know,' said the bug,
'Where's my hat and carpet and rug?'
Kept on saying the little fly,
'Oh my! Oh my!' He cried, 'Oh my!'
'You naughty little fibbing bug,
'You stole my hat and coat and rug.
'You've also got my silver bowl
'In which I made a tasty roll.'
But I can't find my silver jug,
And also I can't find my mug.
'Oh! You have got them you naughty bug.
You put them by my lovely rug.'
Jesia Writes, July 1981
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