Bridget
Bridget went below the bridge
To play in the babbling brook
She bounced around the Bartlet Pear trees
And chased butterflies and bees
She picked blossoming buttercups
And listened to baby birds sing beautiful ballads
She picked blackberries from the bushes
She fell into a brier patch
And her knees were badly bruised
And turned black and blue
Her blue bonnet blew off in the breeze
And the muddy banks browned her best dress
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