A hunting we will go, a hunting we will go
Heigh-ho, the dairy-o, a hunting we will go
We’ll catch a bear and cut its hair
And then we’ll let him go
“Come, Rufus. It’s time we go on a hunt for a tasty treat to eat,” Marcus said.
The two went for a stroll but did not catch anything, so they went home to eat their pease porridge.
Pease porridge hot, pease porridge cold,
Pease porridge in the pot, nine days old;
Some like it hot, some like it cold,
Some like it in the pot, nine days old.
That night, they slept tight and didn’t let the bed bugs bite.
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