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Eight fingers,

Ten toes,

Two eyes,

And one nose.

Baby said

When she smelt the rose,

"Oh! what a pity

I've only one nose!"

Ten teeth

In even rows,

Three dimples,

And one nose.

Baby said

When she smelt the snuff,

"Deary me!

One nose is enough."