Stewed Rhymes Page 4
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Old King Cole was a merry old soul and a merry old soul was he,
He said to his wife, “It’s the middle of the night,
But I want another child past three.”
“Three is the number; it’s a very fine number
And not one more child!” said she.
Oh there’s none so rare as can compare with
Queen Cole and her words, hee hee!
I’m the King of the Castle
I’m the king of the castle, get down you dirty rascal,
Get down, get down, get down you dirty rascal!
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I’m the king of the castle, I’m here, you dirty rascal,
I’m here, right here, ‘cos I’m the king of the castle!
