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  1. Nancy McBride
    25th April 2015 @ 3:18 pm

    My mother used to recite ditties appropriate to occasions, and this blog reminded me of this one—Michael Finnegan.
    Michael Finnegan

    There was an old man named Michael Finnegan.
    He grew whiskers on his chin-negan.
    The wind came up and blew them in again.
    Poor old Michael Finnegan – begin again!

    There was an old man named Michael Finnegan.
    He fell down and broke his shin-negan.
    Folks said, "Mike, you'll never swim again."
    Poor old Michael Finnegan – begin again!

    There was an old man named Michael Finnegan.
    He grew fat and then grew thin again…
    Thinner than a safety pin-negan.
    Poor old Michael Finnegan – begin again!

    Now, where was I?

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  2. Beth Haslam
    25th April 2015 @ 5:00 pm

    I know that ditty well, and I suspect you might be wheeling it out again at the conclusion of Part 3 next week!

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