The Man of Bombay
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Grandma can read this to you. Tap play and listen, or follow along as each line lights up.
There was a fat man of Bombay, Who was smoking one sunshiny day; When a bird called a snipe Flew away with his pipe, Which vexed the fat man of Bombay.
POOR OLD ROBINSON CRUSOE!
Poor old Robinson Crusoe! Poor old Robinson Crusoe! They made him a coat Of an old Nanny goat. I wonder why they should do so! With a ring-a-ting-tang, And a ring-a-ting-tang, Poor old Robinson Crusoe!
A SIEVE
A riddle, a riddle, as I suppose, A hundred eyes and never a nose!
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