This is the house that Jack built.
This is the malt
This is the rat,
This is the cat,
This is the dog,
This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
This is the maiden all forlorn,
This is the man all tattered and torn,
This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
This is the cock that crowed in
the morn,
This is the farmer sowing his corn,
That lay in the house that Jack built.
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
That milked the cow with the
crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the
crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
That married the man all tattered
and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the
crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
That waked the priest all shaven
and shorn,
That married the man all tattered
and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the
crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
That kept the cock that crowed in
the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven
and shorn,
That married the man all tattered
and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the
crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
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