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De Nederlandse pruimenboom

Johny saw es proimen hanging,
Oh! as ckicken eggs so groat.
It seemed that Johny would go plucking,
while his father ‘t him forboad.
He thinks :As I will be very clever
then my father sees it not ,
on this tree so full of proimkes
He will not have it in the mot.
So Johny clautered in the proimentree
stach his pockets full of fruit.
But his misptrapped on a tackske
and fell down, flack on his snoot.
All the proimes where spice now.
and the spice ran out of his brook.
It drippep softly in his couses,
Johny did not darf to look.
And again he was not lucky,
cause his father came there oan.
and he gave him such a ramling,
he could fourteen days not goan.
That is how end the silly story
of little John the proimenthief
even with a lot of goesting
he did ‘t never more upnief.

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