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Without a bridle or a saddle across a thing I ride a-straddle. And those I ride by help of me though almost blind are made to see.
Although a human shape I wear Mother I never had; And though no sense nor life I share in finest silks I'm clad. By every miss I'm valued much beloved and highly prized; still my cruel fate is such by boys I am often despised.
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We are little airy creatures all of different voice and features one of us in glass is set. One of us you'll find in jet. Another you may see in tin. And the fourth a box within. If the fifth you should pursue it can never fly from you.
Little Nancy Etticote in a white petticoat. With a red nose; the longer she stands the shorter she grows.
What is always coming but never arrives?