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Diddle, Diddle, Dumpling

Diddle , diddle, dumpling, my son John,
Went to bed with his trousers on;
One shoe off, and one shoe on,
Diddle, diddle, dumpling, my son John.

 Ding, Dong, Bell

Ding, dong, bell,
Pussy’s in the well.

Who put her in?
Little Johnny Flynn.

Who pulled her out?
Little Tommy Stout.

What a naughty boy was that,
To try and drown poor pussy cat
Who never did him any harm,
And killed the mice
In the farmers barn.