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THE WISE MAMMA GOOSE Mamma Goose was trying to think. She had left the barnyard because it was so noisy there that she could not collect her wits and had hidden herself between the rows of tall red hollyhocks which border one side of the garden. Here it was quiet. Thinking had always been hard work for Mamma Goose. Her family kept her so busy that she had no time to think anyway. There was always something to be done for the babies. For Mamma Goose had a dozen of the dearest little goslings, and she was very proud of them.

PUNKY DUNK AND THE GOLDFISH Punky Dunk, so fat, was a black and white cat Of exceedingly tender years. He had black on his nose and the tips of his toes, On the end of his tail and his ears. He cast his lot in a very soft spot For his bed was a box full of straw, And he slept all night with his eyes shut tight And his little black nose on his paw. Punky Dunk would peep, though he seemed asleep, At the bird in its cage of brass, And his tail he swayed when the gold fish played In their clear little bowl of glass. "Though my coat's like silk from my drinking milk," H