Once I thought I was wrong, but I was mistaken.
Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
½ a pound of tuppenny rice
½ a pound of treacle
That's the way the melody goes
Pop goes the weasel
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