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 Every night my prayers I say, 
And get my dinner every day; 
And every day that I've been good, 
I get an orange after food.
 

The child that is not clean and neat, 
With lots of toys and things to eat, 
He is a naughty child, I'm sure-- 
Or else his dear papa is poor.

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