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CHRISTMAS EVE by ANONYMOUS

First Line: "ON CHRISTMAS EVE I TURNED THE SPIT / I BURNT MY FINGERS, I FEEL IT YET"
Last Line: THE POT BEGAN TO PLAY WITH THE LADLE
ON Christmas Eve I turned the spit,
I burnt my fingers, I feel it yet;
The little cock sparrow flew over the table,
The pot began to play with the ladle.





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