Little Polly Flinders, sat among the cinders, Warming her pretty little toes. Her mother came and caught her, and whipped her little daughter, For spoiling her nice, new clothes. name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"> You need flash player to see this nursery rhyme. Click here to download it I do not love thee Dr Fell The reason why I cannot tell But this I know and know full well I do not love thee Dr Fell home | Introduction Read This Rhyme