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Goose Feathers
Cackle, cackle, Mother Goose, Have you any feathers loose? Truly have I, pretty fellow,
Half enough to fill a pillow.
Here are quills, take one or two, And down to make a bed for you.
The Wind
When the wind is in the east,
’Tis neither good for man nor beast; When the wind is in the north,
The skilful fisher goes not forth; When the wind is in the south,
It blows the bait in the fishes’ mouth; When the wind is in the west,
Then ’tis at the very best.
