Curly-Locks
Read 'Curly-Locks' by 'Mother Goose' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
Curly-locks, Curly-locks, wilt thou be mine?
Thou shalt not wash the dishes, nor yet feed the swine;
But sit on a cushion, and sew a fine seam
And feed upon strawberries, sugar, and cream.
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