(Cats) Cradle Song, |
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| Peter the Repeater Platted round a platter Slips of silvered paper, Basting them with batter. |
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| Clear your coil of kinkings Into perfect plaiting, Locking loops and linkings Interpenetrating |
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| Why should a man benighted, Beduped, befooled, besotted, Call knotful knittings plighted, Not knotty but beknotted? |
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| It's monstrous, horrid, shocking, Beyond the power of thinking, Not to know, interlocking Is no mere form of linking. |
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| But little Jack Horner Will teach you what is proper, So pitch him, in his corner, Your silver and your copper. |
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James Clerk Maxwell |
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