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Skinny Mrs. Snipkin,

With her little pipkin,

Sat by the fireside a-warming of her toes.

Fat Mrs. Wobblechin,

With her little doublechin,

Sat by the window a-cooling of her nose.

Says this one to that one,

"Oh! you silly fat one,

Will you shut the window down? You're freezing me to death!"

Says that one to t'other one,

"Good gracious, how you bother one!

There isn't air enough for me to draw my precious breath!"

Skinny Mrs. Snipkin,

Took her little pipkin,

Threw it straight across the room as hard as she could throw;

Hit Mrs. Wobblechin

On her little doublechin,

And out of the window a-tumble she did go.